She wails and groans, her accompaniment a piano as Luciferian as her voice. Earthquake low rumbling with lightning flashes of sharp highs lifting its voice.
Solid bass and drum interplay left the six-string free to resonate and groove around without being bound to a rigid part. Good songs otherwise but the vocals were flat.
From the opening pounding to the cockney whines at the close, the boys ripped thru romps of police chases, girlfriends, London alleyways, and strange fellows.
The bland, torturous pop music of Semisonic is the sound Hootie makes as he struggles to keep singing and pretend that the Blowfish isn’t eating him alive.