Subject: I have found a CD that I think you would enjoy
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop, Rock
I am the singer.
richard randall | Winston-Salem, NC USA | 08/19/2003
(4 out of 5 stars)
"As the lead singer/guitarist for this once defunct yet newly resurrected rock band I find that this album is a great bargin. When you put it in your cd player it plays one song after the other with hardly any skipping. The singing is phenomenal. I made hardly any mistakes. Regrets, I have a few: We should have singed with SST instead of Mutiny. (Less leather, more denim) We should have gotten a really cool producer to contain us. Our tempos were mostly too fast. Probably could have done without the nature sounds at the beginning. But, all in all, the record still rocks even after all these years. Wonder how many copies we've sold? Come see us at The GARAGE in Winston-Salem, NC Sat. Sept. 6, 2003. I love you--Rick Randall"
Tara Dog | 05/23/2002
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Nice review Kyle- that sums things up nicely. This short lived combo that fused the talents of Wood Circle with the world of Boil pretty much rocked hard in their day, and made a proud effort to distort and open the minds of the overly hippie nature of Boone. This album rocks. Long Live Wolfy"
An honest accusation against the gelatinous state of rock.
Tara Dog | 08/09/1998
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Out of the transcendentally proletarian wilds of Boone, North Carolina, came a warble of protest against the forces that demand indignation, request lobotomization and generally put us in a tizzy when we have to get up in the morning. This album sounds as if Bob the Subgenius, inbued in the ether of a bottle of good corn, and freshly inspired by Jesco White, The Dancing Outlaw, was busy stealing glances from under Creedle's codpiece, and liked what they saw. Out of the ashes of scarecore greasers Boil and Victorian harpsichord masters' RPM limped the Husbians, on a mission to trick as many seventeen year-old freshmen into untold horrors as humanly possible. Great things have arisen out of this sentiment, and like Lazarus before them, their breath may have not been so decent, but damn if they didn't try to squelch the stench with enough spirits to bring down Hannibal's army, (including the elephants). Let's just say they liked to get into the cups. And thank god for it b! ecause they left more than one impressionable young college student reeling from the taste of passionate shared experience that lingered between their cheek and gum, and gave them a reason to brave fierce wintery gusts. Gave them a purpose to slam into the person next to them, exploding out into a sleepy college town night, electric, steaming, and alive. The album kind of sounds like that."