Editor's note: Skipper's manning an entirely different ship than most of us are riding on. By that I mean he's on the Good Ship Lollipop while most of us are riding the rails of the Titanic on the way down. Happy music for happy people. A very crisp, clean sound if nothing else.
Editor's note: I don't mean to sound like a naysayer but this record sounds exactly like the sleeve says that it doesn't: as if several parts were recorded separately and patched together. Maybe because it's far-fetched to imagine a finally crafted chorus singing with a synthesizer in front of them and it is! Sorry, great idea, but it doesn't work for me. Sounds way toooo Casio-ish.
Editor's note: I haven't had a chance to hear any of the other selections in the "Sounds Like..." series by Pickwick but I have to say that Mirror Image sounds nothing like Kenny Rogers! Which doesn't deter from the record itself which is obviously good because it's packed with hits. Even if you don't like his music, which I don't in particular -- nor do I dislike it -- it's still quality and hit worthy.
Editor's note: Don Lonie was a genius. He started the kids off with a 5 minute joke session and then went into his serious talk. After that he interjects a few lines of humor into the continuing dialogue while maintaining the message. All the while he remained confident that he was hip being square.
Editor's note: truly some hot soul wax by a Detroit-based white boy outfit. For some reason these guys only had moderate success on a few songs despite their very soulful style. Maybe it was a little too over the top as "Shades of Green" is pretty damn heavy. Not as heavy as Marvin Gaye's "What's Goin' On" but then again they weren't Marvin Gaye now were they.
Editor's note: even though I have a few of Little Marcy's records it's hard to believe that such genius exists in vinyl form! Kids don't really care what a song is saying as long as it is catchy and they can dance to it. Add a crazy looking doll and you have a veritable musical drug that nobody can help but get hooked on.
Editor's note: the expectant cha cha cha with a few crooners thrown in to rest the bare piggies. A solid record with no particular standouts other than the pretty birdie on the cover tilting the cage bars towards you so that she can rip out your heart.
Editor's note: from the album depictions it's quite easy to surmise that this is a quirky record. That it is. Bordering on both a children's album (say mid-teens or so) and a "let's have fun" record it is indeed a little of both. Maybe it's just me but for some reason a few of these songs remind me of Terry Jacks ("Seasons in the Sun"). Not knowing much about the Irish Rovers, of which Millar was once the band leader, you can see why they had much success with the professionalism and natural sound of each song. Now I'm sounding like a record reviewer. Watch out for the g.d. mf'ing reprises at the end of each side. I learned the hard way (twice) not to pick up the needle after the record clearly appeared to be over.
Editor's note: WTF! They weren't kidding when they said this guy made the Hammond sound like an orchestra. If you're here to get down then I recommend that you get a ladder and climb down out of the pit of yourself and boogie woogie until the shambles reverberate.
Editor's note: I suppose you could call this a religious record but it sounds more new age spiritual to me. Having just recovered from a fortnight of stomach pain I should feel a little more holy about this than I do. There are a few spots of grandeur here but for the most part you have to be looking for and wanting it to feel it.
Editor's note: although I didn't laugh at all while listening to this record I did chuckle once or twice. That's saying a lot! Save for a few comedians and my two year old not much makes me laugh. I can't help it. Just like you won't be able to help it when you laugh at these guys because they are pretty clever. Though most of the humor is mainly in the delivery and the interaction of the two dudes. Funnier than Woody Woodbury, Marsha Warfield and Don Lonie if that means anything to you.
Editor's note: the poorer man's version of Dion with clunky lyrics. Otherwise these songs are quite good. Either way you see it they are good summery songs and with the warm weather on tap you can roll the windows down in the car or put the top down and drive in style with an agreeable soundtrack. When you see me ambling by in a clunker with a scowl on my face and listening to hateful talk radio make no mistake that we are kindred brothers in parallel universes which will collide somewhere down the highway.
Editor's note: this guy looks like Tom Brady on the front cover and a bearded John Shea, the character actor, on the flip side. On the inside he sounds like a sincere dude with a quirky, funky side to him. Add in the Jesus songs and for some it's a treasure trove of inspirational words and for others fodder that fills blogs.
Editor's note: and the happy hoppy festivities go on and on and on. Lalala. A brilliant cover with a dancing fool and his Patsy Cline knockoff with great white gams spinning the night away. Please note Killer Joe's pimp ring on his right pinky.
Editor's note: lots of quirky accompaniments on this record that work perfectly but especially the whistling churns out a most glorious sound. I don't really know what Dixieland means but this sounds like a parade in N'Orleans to me. Of course the ideal of N.O. and a parade does nothing for me so I'm just shooting from the hip of a leg that's long ago giving up on the thought of dancing. My brain is doing a jig nonetheless.
Editor's note: I don't get into bluegrass at all but with instrumentals you can at least focus on the playing and realize how good these guys are at what they do. These guys jam and push the sad and morose out the door faster than maw chasing paw with a cooking kettle because he done wrong.
Editor's note: day one of my two three day banjo and bluegrass blowout. This is one of those records that really fits into a genre and you really have to enjoy that genre to like it. The singing makes me think of Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies or an old dog howling at the moon because he has gone quite mad within himself. Clearly not my thing here.
I came across this record on a few blogs and managed to track down some audio from WFMU's site. I would love to hear more from this honky-tonkin' caterwaulin' queen. Listen to the tracks below and I think you will too!