For me this is a massive sounding alterno-rock record, combining the more lush elements of Aerosmith with a Zepp swagger whilst hinting at a psychedelic funk that made the likes of KikTracee and Saigon Kick so beautiful. 'Funk-o-Metal Carpet Ride' may be one of rock's worst album titles, but what lies within is indeed a multi coloured magic carpet ride of splendour, grace and gargantuan grooves, a kaleidoscope of layers caressed by Conny Bloom's chocolate flavoured tones. Funky in the sense of its soul rather than any irritating twangs, the likes of 'Captain Of My Soul' exist as mercurial mosaics of spiritual abandonment, whilst 'All Lips And Hips' is a swaggering, sleazy joint with tassels on. Not sure how popular these guys were but three albums spilled from their loins and what amazing fruits that blossomed. Glorious as a Technicolour dream, and big sounding in every way, whether its the soaring horns or lava-lamp swirling guitars. All very smooth and as intoxicating as a burlesque dancers boudoir. Plenty of incense makes the heart grow fonder and I'm getting higher every minute. Somehow luxurious and flowery but not once does it travel bereft of weight.Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Electric Boys - Funk-O-Metal Carpet Ride (1990)
For me this is a massive sounding alterno-rock record, combining the more lush elements of Aerosmith with a Zepp swagger whilst hinting at a psychedelic funk that made the likes of KikTracee and Saigon Kick so beautiful. 'Funk-o-Metal Carpet Ride' may be one of rock's worst album titles, but what lies within is indeed a multi coloured magic carpet ride of splendour, grace and gargantuan grooves, a kaleidoscope of layers caressed by Conny Bloom's chocolate flavoured tones. Funky in the sense of its soul rather than any irritating twangs, the likes of 'Captain Of My Soul' exist as mercurial mosaics of spiritual abandonment, whilst 'All Lips And Hips' is a swaggering, sleazy joint with tassels on. Not sure how popular these guys were but three albums spilled from their loins and what amazing fruits that blossomed. Glorious as a Technicolour dream, and big sounding in every way, whether its the soaring horns or lava-lamp swirling guitars. All very smooth and as intoxicating as a burlesque dancers boudoir. Plenty of incense makes the heart grow fonder and I'm getting higher every minute. Somehow luxurious and flowery but not once does it travel bereft of weight.
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