I admit that I’m not much of a reviewer. It’s one of those things that I’d love to do, but really only when I have time and/or am getting paid for it. That said, when I do see—or in this case, hear—something I like, I figure I should share it. So this is my review of the debut album from The Rusty Guns. Check them out on iTunes.
Listening to this album for the first time—and having seen them live a couple of times—my initial impression was thus: WOW. These guys are doing something amazing.
Not only do the Guns have a fantastic stage presence, but their earnest, raw musical compositions truly transcend genres. Hell, they transcend time. They are Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins and Elvis if that Million Dollar Quartet lived in 21st century New York City and listened to the Black Keys and Cage the Elephant.
What I love most about this band is that they don’t shy away from putting as much of themselves—their humor, their pain—into their lyrics and their performances. The whole “pure country boy living in a northern industrial town” vibe runs the risk of being cliché at best and completely alienating at worst, but because they’ve injected their personal touch into their music, it’s too unique to be cliché and too relatable to alienate. In short, they know themselves and they know their audience. It’s hard to ask any more from a band.
The Rusty Guns invite you to grab a shot of whisky or a bottle of beer while they knock down the barriers between the past and present, between rockabilly and indie blues, and, in their inimitable way, charm the foot-stomping fun out of you. This is unquestionably a fantastic debut album and I hope their fan base continues to grow because what they are doing with music fusion is definitely worth watching. They truly are trailblazers and I plan to follow them down any path they choose to forge because in my opinion, they are definitely doing this “making music” thing right.
We can only wonder how women’s lot in Western society would have improved during the past four thousand years had Genesis blamed seductive Adam for tempting innocent Eve with a banana.
First sentence, Chapter 8: Red Whores of Babylon—Public Opinion and the Mistress from “Sex with Kings: 500 Years of Adultery, Power, Rivalry, and Revenge” by Eleanor Herman.
I love this quote oh so very much.
Now that we’re approaching the aftermath of the Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman trial, I pray that we stay smart & think about our actions. This country is a powder keg for a number of reasons & yes, we need to address it, but it only takes a spark to ignite the flame & now is not the time for wildfires. So please, let’s not be the generation that strikes the match.
Let us be the generation that allowed intelligence & common sense to prevail in this time of frustration & anger.
Let us be the generation that refused to be ruled by the ignorance & lack of dignity so prevalent in society at the moment.
Let us be the generation that channels our rage, our feelings of hopelessness & our fear, to work together to make this country what we all dream for it—a better place for everyone to live, regardless of the cosmetics that differentiate us.
In Trayvon’s memory, let us be the generation that fights the hate with tolerance; the ignorance with patience, & the gross apathy with our passion for understanding.
It’s naive to think this could have ended in any other way than BADLY. The whole event, from start to finish, was just too polarizing. There were so many volatile variables—face, age, profiling, guns, priors—that no matter what, not everybody was gonna walk away happy. But let’s grow from it & walk away as better people, ready to change the world in the hope that we can prevent this tragedy from occurring again.
What I thought it would be like:
What it’s actually like:
Depressing how accurate this is.