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Shame
Stone Gossard of Pearl
Jam fame may have one of the cooler names in rock 'n roll,
but his hard-rockin' name belies the soft-rock underpinnings
of his side-project, Brad. As far as side-projects go, this
one could certainly be worse, but it could also be more exciting.
In fact, I've heard C-SPAN 2 Senate debates that are more exciting.
Like most side-project albums, this thing is very front-loaded,
with most of the decent tracks way up front. Perfect to fool
those picking this thing up at a used record store with listening
stations. The lead singer certainly has an interesting voice,
and Gossard's song writing is obvious after hearing his tunes
on various PJ albums, but what starts off as a promising, yet
slow album, sputters as it gets deeper into the tracklisting.
It's a nice, little album with a couple pleasant tunes, but
I've had pillows with more weight to them. |
Welcome to Discovery Park
I honestly picked this one up out of the
junk bin at work because I was curious where these guys would
go after their first two albums. Well, as it turns out, straight
to the junk bin. The lyrics on this album are like terrible,
inspirational poems for children. The music just seems to meander
from jingle to jangle, as it mines the depths of the soft rock
basement. There's an odd late-80's thing going on here, resurrecting
the worst of Maggie's Dream
and dragging it through the country ringer. Once again, the
only draw is lead singer Shawn Smith's voice, but he is a wasted
commodity in an album full of songs about "being friends" and
other niceties. Time to break up and reorg. |
Musical Connections:
Green River
Mother Love Bone
Pearl Jam
Temple of the Dog
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