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When you've got a white patch in your beard and suddenly realize that you've outlived Christ, you start getting a little reflective. The radio seems to be speaking in a different language altogether, and all your heroes turn up in snarky "Where are they now?" spots on VH1, if at all. It hits you that most of the kids aping 70's motifs are only imagining a reality that you actuality lived through. You bristle at the thought of the
nu-youth culture, a sharp divide between high tech sociopaths and emotionally crippled
retreatists, and you start to really wonder if rock and roll is gonna survive, if it's even relevant in a world of cell phones,
emo, pregnant 14 years olds, and guns in high school lockers. And then, quite unexpectedly, Silvertide's three song sneak peek "American Excess" slips through your mail slot, and you are no longer worried. These wild hearted sons channel the ageless hipbone slither of soul n' swagger
demi-gods like the Faces, Aerosmith, Guns, Black Crowes, Mother Love Bone, and the London Quireboys with such effortless,
Shamen-like ease that it ought to be obvious to you, me, and everyone else that rock and roll is gonna be just fine. I know, Buckcherry let you down-swallowed up by their own American Excess, matter of fact- but Silvertide seem more than capable of filling their snakeskin shoes as the new arena ready sleaze rock messiahs. Go ahead, download this EP from their website, and see if I'm bluffing. Best thing to come out of Philly since liberty, man. The kids are all
fuckin' right.
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