Made Scare - The Greatest Show on Dirt
Playing With Your Pud
good to feel a pulse again. It's good to feel the beast tremble
again. It's good to realize that somewhere underneath today's
popular music, somebody's still got a spine. Welcome back
to life! Here, we get crazy at shows, aren't afraid to say
what we think, have unforgettable (or maybe forgettable) drinking
nights and listen to Custom Made Scare.
correctness, marijuana laziness and "journeys back to roots"
has all but killed what we have come to know as punk music.
Thank the powers above that on the eighth day, an underground
scene was created. Now don't get me wrong, I applaud the explorations
that some bands are making into new or different styles of
music, but the fist-clenching blend of rockabilly and punk
found on The Greatest Show on Dirt makes a proud statement
that intensity and exploration can be combined and man, it
has captured the most elusive quality in punk recordings:
how to translate the energy of a live show onto a recorded
album. Custom Made Scare wastes no time in getting into the
album by stringing together three songs at the beginning which
lecture all followers on how to link together a laid back
voice tone with fast and precise changes. "5 O'Clock" is what
an observer hears after the style of the Stray Cats and the
speed of 22 Jacks pile up in a two-car collision. "Sick, Sober
and Sorry" will definitely be played every Saturday morning
from this day on (you'll smile when you hear it). Finally,
"Stupid Fuck" echoes exactly what is making all of us so sick
about today's music and is a wake-up call to those who have
been sucked into the hole of corporate music.
what is was like to see that opening band that no one had
ever heard of, but you'd rather hear them another hour instead
of the main act? Remember how they started the crowd moving
no matter who they were there to see? Remember how the songs
moved so well that you swear you had heard them all before?
Chances are, I wouldn't have been surprised if Custom Made
Scare was the band you saw. Snap out of the lull of radio
and, as the album puts so well:
sit around playin with your pud
Don't be another cow
Just chewin on your cud