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Isabelle's Gift
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American Idle
Jimmy Franks Recording Company
Release: 06/06/2006
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Rated:
Review by:
J Sherrod
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If you don't think music and cooking go together then I'm
about to blow your mind. Here's the recipe:
Take one cup of The Cult
1 tablespoon of Nashville Pussy
1 teaspoon of Guns N' Roses
A dash of Lynyrd Skynyrd, for texture
Just a pinch of The Misfits for that extra spicy kick
Mix together with a power drill and bake for 13 minutes at
666 degrees.
The end result is not only a massive case of heartburn, but
also the Columbia, SC rock band Isabelle's Gift. Serve with
any color wine or cheap beer of your choice.
The only thing that could possibly make this CD any more
badass is if it came with a complimentary bag of cocaine
[Editor's Note: Drugs are bad, mmmKay]. The band plows
through nine hard, fast, nasty rock n' roll songs before
slowin' things down a bit for the closer.
The first song (and title track) stings like the first connecting
punch in any good bar fight. Vocalist Chris Gift belts out,
"I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste, I'm in a war," and
"Fuck you I'm the American Dream!" While bassist Jason
Michael Carrion
holds down a groove as big and ferocious as his own
appearance (all of 6' 8" or whatever).
"Long Way Back" starts with a fist-pumping drumbeat and
the lines, "Spilled pills on the seat of my
El Camino/Got my
fingers in the air like Ronnie James Dio." Come on people,
that should be enough right there to make ya wanna hear
more. "If I Die Tonight" has some of the best damn lyrics
I've heard in a rock song in a long time. I won't quote any
here...pick up the CD and find out for yourself.
Closing out the disc is "Coltrane," my favorite cut off the
album. You could loosely call this song a ballad, but never a
love song. Great vocals, music and lyrics - it's all right here
folks.
American Idle isn't full of political messages or
smiley, friendly songs. It's not about how many octaves the
singer can hit, the number of time changes in each song,
how technical the guitar solos are or how many beats per
measure the drummer plays. It's just good ass whoopin'
hard rock music. Everything about this album is cool - from
the front cover to the thank you lists. The CD isn't lengthy,
but don't turn your head or you might end up with a black
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