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 OVER THE
EDGE- Tales
from the Blacktop Burnout (Site)
When someone normally reviews a cd they write about the music and the
band, and while I will briefly touch on the music, I am going to focus
more on the results of listening to this fine release. Some people liken
music to some sort of lame intellectual stimulation while others liken it
to emotional crap. Personally, I think music is an emotional thing and
what it does to you, whether it’s helping you have the best sex in the
world or throwing your best friend out a window, it’s all about the
affect it has on the listener. When I first popped this doggie in, I was
immediately drawn to its flat out rawk/punk feeling that reminded me of
some Rancid music and another
Boston
band, Darkbuster. The
songs are catchy while lacking any hint of that pussy rock sound that
litters popular and indi releases these days. Even better, the singer,
Fred Evicci, sings like he actually has a pair and isn’t afraid to let
‘em fly with the rest of the ball boys in the band. Anywho, as the first
song played on, I was feeling it (the music, not their balls) and loving
it, but when my five year old daughter ran into the room with her lil’
guitar and started jamming, I had no choice but to grab her SpongeBob mic
and my guitar to join her. Things got notably hectic during “The
Kids,” as you might imagine. This silly, yet exhausting, jam session
lasted the entire length of the cd smack dab in the middle of my workday.
I crap you negative. Not only has Over the Edge provided me with some much
needed new tunes, they’ve bestowed upon me a memory that will last a
lifetime. Thanks guys! – Denis Sheehan
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