“Wilson & Alroy’s Record
\nReviews”<\/a>), save for some vocals from Lisa Ferber, Wilson
\ntackles his own creations like a midget going after a defensive
\ntackle – someone’s gonna get hurt bad. The songwriting isn’t the
\nstrongest in the world – c’mon, “Lousy Produce (Your Neighborhood’s
\nGot)”? – and the execution isn’t the greatest, either (though one
\nshould give Wilson some kudos for tackling everything himself).<\/p>\nOne big problem Wilson has is that he doesn’t always sing on key
\n– and this is painfully evident on tracks like “(Make The World) A
\nLittle Less Crappy”. If I had to listen to this song one more time,
\nI was going to lie down in front of traffic on the expressway.
\nThings don’t get much better on songs like “Cr\u00e9me
\nBrul\u00e8e In A Paper Cup,” “Funk Is Alive And It Lives In Your
\nButt” (George Clinton, your job as the Funkmaster is safe) and
\n“Instant Parent” – on which Ferber’s vocals are as pleasing as
\nrunning one’s fingernails up and down a chalkboard. Eek.<\/p>\n
Another problem is that Wilson often overstays his welcome with
\nhis songs. “Let’s Send Everybody Back” might –
\nmight<\/i> – have been an okay song had he not stretched the idea
\nout so thinly, to the point where he’s bored the listener to tears
\nby the time he reaches the anticlimax. As for other songs like “A
\nMysterious Pile Of Garbage,” it goes without saying that Wilson is
\nno Shel Silverstein.<\/p>\n
I’m not saying that Wilson shouldn’t have recorded his own CD –
\nhe burned the disc and designed the package himself, so no one else
\ngot hurt. But sometimes, one’s own creations are best kept private,
\nor circulated among one’s closest friends – after all, they’re the
\nones who are the least likely to beat you to death with the stereo
\nspeakers.<\/p>\n
But, hey, maybe one day I’ll make it up to Wilson, and I’ll dig
\nup a copy of the tape I recorded way back in 1993 and send it to
\nhim for his own lambasting. Until then, it’s best to take
\nA Little Less Crappy<\/i> and flush it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":27672,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[7425],"rating":[5620],"class_list":["post-39047","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-david-b-wilson","rating-rating-f"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39047","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39047"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39047\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/27672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39047"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39047"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=39047"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=39047"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}