Sonny Vincent - The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

I'm gonna jump on my bed! I'm gonna be politcally aware! I'm gonna run into people! Do you ever feel like that, or have you lost that thrashing feeling? A very dauntless album, very jumpy and kinetic and raw and bold. Kinda a cross between hearing the Boss forcing out his heart through his throat while some New York snot is stuck up the pipe. You rock your head back and forth- Mr. Vincent is definitely someone who can pull off a line like "Make it louder/Play it harder!/ Crank that sucker up! /...Yeah!/ Rock action!/ Chain reaction/ Breaking balls every single time" ("That Sound") without having to feel as though he has to be some sort of poet laureatue of black cinderblock bathrooms. The guitars on this album, I cannot stress the guitars enough- They fucking shred. This is a super example of what a summer should be- Loud, brash, semi-articulate, and straight legged. When your love song chorus romps "Meet me/ I wanna see you/ Tired of the telephone!" ("Tired of the Telephone") through a steel cage of guitar clamor, you understand. You understand why you don't need Billy Corgan's multi-layered quasi-art: It's not honest(ly) simple enough, because, like the old Quaker song goes, "when true simplicity is gained/ 'twill be in the valley of delight" because you don't have to be complex to make good, toss yourself around the room music. Sonny Vincent has bile, he's got balls in his jeans, he's got black leather attitude- And it's unabashedly rocking... Oh, and he's not guitar-wailing meat-head with some punky, Clash-y beats and some good riffs: He's got enough vagueness and conciseness (like opposites are cool) to construct a great shrine to the sweaty, spit hanging out the side of your mouth euphoria that is missing from just about everybody now. I like the sensitive blue-collar articulates, so thus I like Sonny Vincent. But The Good, The Bad, The Ugly is, sadly, not a good album for repeat. You're either gonna wanna throttle somebdoy or listen to something more constructed, because there's only so much exuberant hocking of "This ain't the good guy wins/This ain't the bad guy wins" ("Animal Farmers") that one can take. [www.acetate.com]