Dusty Lucite – Heroic Dose
I’d like to see someone unafraid of this world! I’d like to meet one single person who has found a way to look at all the troubles around them, to smile and try to convince all his peers that fear is not worth spending time on.
Those people, of course, do not exist! But some learned how to either fake it very well, or confuse their brains severely enough that fear no longer fits into the equation. Fortunately, you can meet them as well.
They used to be on rock band posters and on the back covers of books about travelling the world stoned and hopeful of meeting some great hope. There aren’t many characters like the great Hunter S. Thompson around, but Dusty Lucite is working on it.
Thompson famously said that he cannot advertise madness, violence and chemical refreshments to anyone, but he can certainly vouch for their effectiveness. Dusty Lucite takes a page from the great man’s experiments for “Heroic Dose,” a charming psychedelic rocker about facing the fears, seeing the humour in doing anything at all, and conquering those illusions.
D O Gallagher – Leviathan
There aren’t many people who feel the calling to write poetry on a Sunny day when their football team’s just won the local derby. And, there aren’t many rock n’ roll poets who don’t end up having to spend their savings on getting people to care for them, chauffeur them around, administer the odd bath. There’s a beautiful tragedy that all of these people buy into.
And, yes, thank you very much, we’d like a taste! But just make it a little biddy crumb off the whole dish, not something that could turn us into folks with similar dark romantic dispositions. There are a few happy endings for people who dreamed of changing the world with their songs, and even fewer for the ones who achieved this. D O Gallagher writes for brainy cynics who, on their third or fourth drink, feel they can finally tell those in attendance just what’s wrong with the world.
There’s hardly any melody to D O Gallagher’s “Leviathan,” and the hook, really, is a lyric about being an evil mythological creature. Nonetheless, this is a hypnotic track, a kind of king’s speech given to a bunch of hangers-on who’re just waiting around to hear the magic words: “I’ll get the next one!” D O Gallagher’s voice rings over the bar like royalty, alright. And in the Era of Post-Punk 2.0 this can pass as pop music as far as I’m concerned.
