|The Tequila Rockingbirds - 'Drowning In A Moment Of Enlightenment' (Self Released)|
|Written by Jamie Richards|
|Thursday, 28 February 2013 03:45|
What's in a name, eh? Well, more than some people might realise I believe; case in point is the first thing that came into my head when I gazed at this beauty. The Tequila Rockingbirds - really? It conjures up the worst sort of imagery, that of five chubby fifty year old blokes knocking out bog standard covers on the chicken-in-a-basket circuit for hundred quid a pop. Face it, no matter what, nobody under the age of forty, unless they're either in or related to someone who is in the band, would be seen dead wearing a t-shirt with that un-holy, un-sophisticated, just so damn un-cool moniker emblazoned on it. And that's a shame, because they’re actually pretty good.
Don't get me wrong, it's not pushing any boundaries, but what it is doing is doffing a poodle-haired bonce to the over-blown '80s in magnificent style, and if that's your thing I can't imagine a better record to take you back to those heady days when bombast-rock ruled the world.
There's a great deal of AC/DC in the opening track 'Jericho', but it's bleached through with the street-wise strut and sound of Great White, and the big-ballad-tastic 'Leave Your List Behind' is genuine '80s era Cheap Trick. By 'These Are The Things' it's all gone massively Bon Jovi on us with a song that would feel completely at home to a stadium full of cigarette lighters, and 'You've Got The Rolling Stone' funks out a slappy not sloppy bass line the kind of which countless others did around that time as they tried to catch on with hip new youngsters like the RHCP.
Thankfully such funk-metal folly is nothing but a passing fad (here as indeed in the real '80s) and the rock is back rolling in style for 'I've Got A Box To Put You In' and 'TTR Souls'. With the '80s format in its fullest effect the album inevitably closes out with a heart-felt ballad which yet again puts me in mind of Cheap Trick at their slickest.
If your heart yearns for a time before grunge, for the polished, big sounding, and occasionally big haired latter part of the 1980s, then you should run, open shirted and whole heartedly into the bosom of this record, I promise you won't be disappointed by anything other than that bloody awful name they've given themselves.