Funny double entendres from mysterious doomed gay star of the 1930's. It can be heard online at queermusicheritage or thedoctordementoshow.com. Quick wit and chatty singing style that is like Dwight Fiske or Spivy, but far more musical and accessible. Nightclub classic, a jewel of an era and style no longer heard.
There is something magic about a song like ‘All Men Play On Ten’ in this post-Spinal Tap Metal world. Such an earnest rock anthem, in such an irony saturated market… You’ve got to have respect for Manowar. Is it a mark of defiance or of ignorance and stupidity? Hard to tell. Maybe both. But then this song is essentially about doing things their own way, and not listening to anybody. So who cares anyway? Well, it’s worth listening to Eric Adams for 4 minutes at least. He has a message for us all. He’s no puritanical, know-it-all, he’s a reformed character preaching a rock’n’roll gospel. Believe it or not brothers, he too has fallen. There was a time when he did it for the money, yes that’s right, he sold his soul to the loud music-hating devil. And the devil said hmmm Mr Adams, for your money I have some things I need you to do for me, adjustments as it were. Eric said, well okay, what do you suggest? The devil demanded that he turn down his amps, “why be proud, don’t play so loud, be like us and get a sound that’s real THIN”. OK, I reckon I could do that, just a bit, said Eric, a little put out. But the demands didn’t end there, Eric was pinched and plucked for his silver dollar, “wear a polyester suit, act happy, look cute, get a haircut and buy small gear.” And inevitably it all got too much. Eric’s no pigeon weaver, and he got real mad, and he turned to the devil and said, “HOLD IT, RIGHT THERE!” And good for him. For this is a great track. Very catchy.
from Sign Of The Hammer
20 May 05 ·frmars: Tried your recommandation. Very poor music. Erased it. 22 May 05 ·rum: hmmm... such a painfully earnest rock comment, in such an irony saturated market. I think you may have missed the point somewhat. Lighten up kid, and broaden your scope.
An inspirational ballad written by Victor Moulton about the trials and tribulations of being a one-handed drummer. Moulty tells his story over a lamenting harmonica, then the chorus kicks in and he goes rock n' roll on your ass, urging you to "try to make it, baby!" Don't turn away from this garage gem.