Sweet Diesel
Wrongville (Gypsy/Velvel)
by Austin Nash
Right on. The boss said do a quickie on this one. Hey boss? Fuck you. No wonder I don’t have a job, people pushin’ me, I just can’t conform, I’m punk, I threw out my vacuum, I’m just not able to bend my thing ’cause it’s too hard, uh uh baby, not me, no… yes… no… yesyesyes. Let me spill this now. This is how it happens. The bosses at the orifice.. office… throw in a dis… disc that some lame band sends in, and listen to the first song. They move into a three-part discussion consisting of one word sentences. The first issue is what other band it sounds like. More than one word is allowed here since some band names have more than one word in them. Part two is either “yes” or “no,” meaning is it good enough to bother with or not. If the answer is yes, it may be because the label is advertising that month. If the answer is no, the disc may be good, but that the first song sucks. If “yes,” the last phase is naming who they think should review it. Be it based on the musical style of the disc, or for revenge. Like next month, I’ll be reviewing the soundtrack to Seven Years In Tibet, wishing I was there. So bosses, now that I’ve so cleanly exposed your process formerly sexy due to the ambiguous “misty mystery” factor, here’s a quickie up your ass.
The Sweet Diesel disc was one of those where the first song blew. Which doesn’t say much for their logic structure, but who am I to criticize logic? It was one of two discs you guys gave me that wasn’t boring. Wrongville is a rejuvenating clang, initially of punk rock, then shifting to a tougher “Billy on a Saturday night on the strip with a pack of smokes rolled in his sleeve putting on an air like he could have all the pussy, but wants the dumpy bitch riding shotgun cause she blows good” sort of rock thing, with a slight maturity additive. It is interesting enough that I’ve listened to it five times over the last three days. HALT!!! You might, as a reader, overlook that last statement, but realize the beauty in its simplicity. I listen to, and have to say something about, quite a few bands on a regular basis [Yeah, but not for long, big guy. Ed.], and don’t get “interesting”, and “five” into too many breaths. I can have a band reviewed before the album is done with its first play if I so choose (behold the power). Wrongville, check it out, and be glad that you don’t have to read the bio. The moral of this review, fuck your boss and put the good song first, dammit.
