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Backyard Tire Fire
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Bar Room Semantics
O.I.E. Records
Release: 11/15/2005
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Rated:
Review by:
J Sherrod
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Sometimes it pays to take chances. I picked this CD from a
list of albums to review simply because of the band name -
Backyard Tire Fire. This Chicago-based trio's newest album
Bar Room Semantics makes me long for a
fishin' boat, a cooler of ice-cold beer and a bag of reefer.
Make those beers tall boys at that.
"The Ones Who Surround You" is euphoric while following
track "Spinning Around" sums it up best by sayin' "Spinnin'
around I just might fall down/'Cause I'm drunk and I'm
red-eyed and blue." I can feel this man's pain. On the other
hand, just after that, "31st Fall" sounds a funky like a G-Love
And Special Sauce joint that well...makes ya wanna smoke
and drink a little more.
You'll find certain points in this album that will remind you of
Drive-By-Truckers, Whiskeytown, Neil Young and even some
Beck here and there. "Tryin' To Get Paid" reminds me of
"Tuesday's Gone" by Lynyrd Skynyrd while "If It Makes You
Feel Good" flows almost like the Beastie Boys' "Mark On The
Bus."
I'm dyin' to know if they intentionally left the click track on
"Ready To Go." If so, it's ingenious, if not, it's ingenious, and
if by some chance it's an actual woodblock being played that
sounds like a machine made click track well, it's still fuckin'
genius! Way to make people pay attention to a
song.
"The White On My Walls" is not only a cool title but has lyrics
like "Could use a nickel, maybe a dime/Even a quarter. That
would be fine." How many times have we all been in that
situation?
Backyard Tire Fire mixes blues, country, rock and funk to
bring you song about smokin', drinkin' and bein' broke - all
the woes of the American workin' class. While this CD
doesn't knock your socks off, it does however have stayin'
power and would be fresh five or ten years down the road.
As long as there are guys who wish they were relaxin' on a
fishin' boat with cold beer and a bag of pot there will be
room in the portable CD player for this album. Oh yeah,
don't forget to make those beers tall boys. |
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