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SCOTT "DELUXE" DRAKE |
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quite sure what to make of this solo effort from Senor Drake – on
one hand, you get the same kinda gritty sweathog rock on which he cut his
teeth with the Humpers, and that’s a good thing. But on the other,
he’s also working this weird-oh swampadelic carnival rock vibe, which
leaves a exotic taste in your earhole, sorta like if Tom Waits and
the Cramps were boiled down into a stew, then liberally sprinkled
with goofer dust and zombie powder, and served up steaming hot in a
leather-lined skullbowl. There’s nothing wrong with either style – Drake
pulls em off with equal skill, like all good carny magicians should, and
on tracks like “The Curse of the Pantomime Horse” and “Buzzin’
at the Bughouse,” he stitches both sounds together in a pretty skin
suit and makes em gallop and dance. On a track-by-track basis, however,
the gearshifts from punk to spooky country and artnoise to evibilly twang
tends to jolt you out of a comfortable listen – but hey, maybe that’s
Deluxe’s plan. If that doesn’t rank your groove, you oughta drop by the
main tent and check out The World’s Strongest Man. And if you’re
lucky, he’ll letcha see the geek pit – still only two bits. _______________________________________________________ |
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-Paul Gaita |