Music
has a funny way of working me. Sometimes, when I hear the first song on an
album it could totally hinder my view of the rest of the album, so much so that
no other song or combination of songs- no matter how great- could bring me back
to listen to it again.
And
then there’s Landfork’s “Nights at the Kashmir Burlesk”. The opening song is one that, well, he could
be farting on a snare drum (to borrow a phrase) for the rest of the album and I
wouldn’t care. This song just kicks so
much ass.
Yes, I’ve
listened to this whole album through more than once and I like it. But something about this first track just
sticks with me. It’s Bruce Springsteen
singing the story of what a bad dude he is.
He’s the one that doesn’t talk in the punk scene. And when you think you’ve been shocked
enough by the song when he solemnly drops the f-bombs, he’ll tell he’s the guy
his friends would call to beat their fathers up.
Whoa.
I feel
like if I gave this a bad review, this guy would make it a point to find me and
kick my ass. But really, I do like it, I
swear.
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