Sometimes, you hear a CD and you are compelled to listen to it
\nagain. You get to the end and think, “Wow. That couldn’t have been
\nthat good, so you listen again. The next thing you know you can hum
\nthe melody to nearly all of the songs.<\/p>\n
Waiting.<\/p>\n
That’s what best describes what happened with Cousin Oliver’s
\npunk\/ska slab of 37 minutes called
\n(818)<\/i>. Aside from giving me fits on how to punctuate the
\nparenthesis and quote marks, this release is almost always in my CD
\nplayer. Shamelessly plugging for this, buy this disc. It’s only $10
\nand even in the remote chance that you aren’t into music this good,
\nyou might get a kick out of their alcohol and recording equipment
\nexperiment. But that’s later.<\/p>\n
First off, I get the impression these guys are horny bastards.
\nAt least half are about sex, or a lack thereof.<\/p>\n
The disc starts out with “Shot My Boss.” Granted, I thought this
\nwas going to be a typical punk thrasher tune until the band slips
\ninto a mid-tempo groove complete with horns and a keyboard groove.
\nWhile the lyrics are not my favorite, they are well-written and
\nsung with a lot of conviction.<\/p>\n
I must be waiting.<\/p>\n
Second track, “Share,” is about an interesting relationship:<\/p>\n
She only loves me for my cash<\/p>\n
I only lover her for that ass<\/p>\n
She’s a whore but I don’t care<\/p>\n
She’s a love I’ve learned to share<\/p>\n
The straightforward delivery of these lyrics work. The guitars
\nare urgent and work.<\/p>\n
Waiting for some chick.<\/p>\n
The songs I enjoy listening to the most, though, are “I Didn’t
\nKnow,” “Never Neverland” and “Head.”<\/p>\n
“I Didn’t Know” displays the band’s best side of their sense of
\nhumor. It’s about picking up a “girl” at a bar, giving her a ride
\nhome and then . . ., well:<\/p>\n
So I walk on in<\/p>\n
I put my hands on her hips<\/p>\n
Get close, giver her a little kiss<\/p>\n
Oh My God<\/p>\n
I didn’t know<\/p>\n
That you were one of those<\/p>\n
I didn’t know<\/p>\n
That you had one of those<\/p>\n
Poor guy.<\/p>\n
To go down.<\/p>\n
“Never Neverland” is an anthem for slackers. With the chorus
\nof:<\/p>\n
I don’t want to grow up<\/p>\n
I don’t want to be anything<\/p>\n
Just lazy<\/p>\n
I don’t want any responsibility<\/p>\n
No way, that’s not me.<\/p>\n
While it may seem like this review reads like a bunch of quoted
\nlyrics, Cousin Oliver do a good job of telling their story with
\nhonest lyrics, something you don’t hear very often in modern
\npopular songs. While Cousin Oliver is probably not going to win a
\nGrammy (as though that award is something on which to base any sort
\nof opinion about a band), these are damned good songs.<\/p>\n
On me.<\/p>\n
The last of my favorite tracks is a song called “Head.” Take a
\npiece of scratch paper and write down the first three things you
\nthink of when I write “Head.” I’ll wait.<\/p>\n
Ready? Okay, here is what Cousin Oliver’s song “Head” is
\nabout:<\/p>\n
Waiting, I must be waiting \/ Waiting for some chick
\nto go down on me.<\/p>\n
Did you guess? No? Well, go buy this CD as your punishment. It’s
\nonly $10 and we both know you have that stashed in your couch
\ncushions or in unreturned beer bottles from last weekend’s
\nparty.<\/p>\n
In addition to the 12 tracks that are labeled on the outside of
\nthe CD cover, there is a hidden track. A calm voice intones “The
\nfollowing example is what happens when you mix alcohol and
\nrecording equipment. Do not try this at home. Thank you.” After
\nwhich, the band, either drunk or acting drunk, plays a grotesque
\nsong about a woman you might keep in your refrigerator. There are
\nsome vague references made to Guns ‘N Roses which are
\nhilarious.<\/p>\n
If for no other reason, Cousin Oliver will probably make you
\nsmile and in the ho-hum world we live in, that is easily worth the
\nprice of this CD.<\/p>\n
I promise my next review won’t plug the CD as much as this one.
\nI am almost nauseated by the number of times I mention “buying this
\nCD.”<\/p>\n
Rrrrrraaaaaallllllpppppppphhhhhhhhh!<\/p>\n
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