Velvetone - Dark Blossom

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Velvetone

»Dark Blossom«

[Crosscut / Edel Contraire / VÖ: 30.09.2005 ]

Text: Lee Hollis, Lee Hollis

Whiskey-drinkin’, hell-raisin’, good ol’ boys from bad old Bremen. The first thing that came to mind while hearing Velvetone was that it’s amazing, how a band from north Germany can manage to sound so authentically American. Boss crooner Ray Devaryo at times sounds more like a hillbilly than I do, when I’m drunk. And I come from Alabama, boy. “Ahm-a in-a bad-a mood-a baby. You-a bet-ta get-ta out-ta my-a way, a.” A voice with that much twang doesn’t really need the guitar that twanges professionally throughout the CD. That boy knows how to twange. My only “problem” with “Dark Blossom” is that I just don’t find it very exciting.

Yes, I am primitive and have never understood songs with more than three chords. It’s my fault. But still, it seems to me that while Velvetone creeps, rumbles, Twangs and, uh, polkas in all the right places - it’s missing some of the spit that makes the swamp such a cool place to hang out. So, audience. If the shoulders of your leather jacket are stained from too much hair-gel in your pompador, then this should get your knees shakin’. The Pattern. “Violent Man” alone, rocks and rolls enough to satisfy anyone with a pair of blue suedes. I personally like a little more whiskey in my whiskey-drinkin’ music. No ice. Christopher, the singer for The Pattern, at least sounds like he had some experience with this whiskey drinkin’ thing. It’s almost Darby Crash-y the way he slurs, slips and slides through his lyrics. Coming out of Oakland (Oakland, always a good reason to get drunk) the rest of Christopher’s gang seems to have understood that guitars only have one volume: ‘loud’ and drums are only good for one thing: Having the shit beat out of them. Good lord, they do rock, don’t they? My normal instinct is to wish slow death on anything coming out of England. I simply don’t like those people. The Pattern however, manage to borrow aspects of British R&B and Beat music and trash them so thoroughly, that I (almost) forget why I hated them so much. “Immediately” is exactly 13 minutes and 22 seconds long, which is, god knows, not long enough, but after listening to it for the 15th time in a row (That makes a total of 200 minutes and 50 seconds - personal record!) it’s clear to me that it’s one CD that I won’t be selling (unless I really really need fast cash). And I’d love to see them live.

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