Well, looky there, it's back. Want to know more?
I don't.
So, last night, I got into some serious word-eating right before the altar of Crazytalk. It was enough to make me want to write about music this time instead of just tell you about people doing idiotic things dressed in costumes. What happened was I'd said this rock-and-r Olathe band was a lesser version of the Last of the V8s. Granted, that was in the context of that one show at P. Ott's, and I didn't mean that as the definitive word -- just meant they got showed up by their elders at pretty much the same game. Anyway, I'm here to acknowledge that Crazytalk is official and officially bad ass. Here are the reasons:
1. A blond indie rock chick, a hip-hop head, a black dude who likes folk, and a Latino dressed as Aaron Neville -- all tough sells, usually -- really liked Crazytalk, which was playing cock-out, guitar-overlord rock and roll and putting on a good show in silly clothes with red Flying Vs.
2. You know that new band Wolfmother? What let me down about this overhyped return-to-rock Australian act was not that they ripped off Sabbath and Zeppelin so much -- but that they did it without playing a single, honest guitar solo (on the album, at least). I hate showboat, Yngwie Malmsteen bullshit as much as the next aficionado, but I do insist on tasteful, fun demonstrations of rockability. For Crazytalk, those come courtesy of lead axman Paul (don't know his last name), who wore a red zebra spandex bodysuit under shredded jeans last night.
3. Wayne "Hutch" Hutcherson wails like it's 1985 and the smell of Aqua Net and poozwack is in the air (but knows that's not actually the case, nor is it supposed to be, thus he avoids being a huge cheesedick).
4. They nailed both "Whole Lotta Rosie" and "Tie Your Mother Down" to the wall like a pair of leather panties.
Fans: see them. Club owners: book them. And also book last night's openers the Golden-Hearted Whores, still bringing the swaggering, catchy glam after three years on the scene. Whore's guitarist Robbie Wagner has both the perfect rock name as well as kickass lead chops. Go to their MySpace now and listen to The Bouncy Song" (but know that it sounds way better live.
I think my Christmas present to the world this year will be a compilation of songs by KC bands proving that real rock and roll is not dead. I think that could work.
Start posting your nominations -- song and artist or just artist -- now.
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