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 SWINGIN’
UTTERS – Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and Bones (Fat
Wreck) It’s kinda early to be anointing any CD the “Album of the
Year,” but let’s just say that if anything does come out in the next 9
months that’s better than Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and Bones,
than 2003 is going to be one fucking sweet year for good music.
Any concerns that 2000’s Swingin’ Utters may have raised are
(happily) blown out of the water with this one.
Bonnel’s heart wrenching barstool-poetry has never been more
refined and the tunes – which run the gamut from raging hardcore to
smoky, pub singalongs to acoustic to hard rock and then some – are as
choice as any the Utters have ever penned.
Obvious influences? Hell yeah: The Pogues, The Clash, Stiff Little
Fingers, etc. etc. At least
they’re cribbing from the best. If you’re the type who desperately needs all your music to
be “new” and “edgy,” then bully for you.
Don’t bother with this CD – go sit outside the Virgin Megastore
and wait for the new Radiohead album. Idiots.
I got my advance copy of Dead Flowers almost two months ago at this
point and the only reason it’s taken me so long to write any sort of
review – however brief – is because I’ve been spending most of my
“free time” listening to/playing along with the album. Which is what
I’m gonna go back to doing right now. Ever catch yourself wondering if
you’re really as cool as you think you are?
Get this album: if you like it, you are; if you don’t like it,
you aren’t. Go buy this CD,
seriously. Now.
Get moving. Go! -
Chris Wissmuller
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