Yep Roc Records …………
Razor sharp power rock from San Francisco’s finest…
Chuck Prophet’s last album, TEMPLE BEAUTIFUL, was a fantastic, hook filled, tribute to San Francisco with every song a pelter, radio fodder for perfect radio. In a perfect world he’d be wearing Tom Petty’s hat and playing amphitheatres while Petty would be looking up at him in awe. As it is Chuck continues to travel the world offering us the opportunity to see one of the greatest current bands close up while he tosses off albums like NIGHT SURFER almost as an afterthought.
Peter Buck’s guitar adds some jangled mayhem to several of the songs here with the propulsive Ford Econoline the most immediate, grabbing you by the jugular as it leaps from the speakers. Prophet’s gift for electrifying stomps is well served with Felony Glamour harking back to seventies glam rock, the opening song Countrified Inner City Technological Man has a beefy Stax beat and meaty guitar and Laughing On The Inside sounds as if it should have been on a soundtrack for one of those high concept movies of the eighties and nineties before it melts into a welter of psychedelic guitar, soaring strings and ferocious percussion. Prophet’s pop sensibility is evident on Lonely Desolation which opens with a guitar rumble before staccato Brill Building strings tie the song to a more innocent time despite the story line which bears comparison with The Left and the Right Hand, from Temple Beautiful.
In addition, he offers some tender moments as on his cover of Ezra Furman’s If I Was A Baby while Truth Will Out (Ballad Of Melissa And Remy) is a spoken word melodrama that will probably go down a storm live. Equally anticipated is the glam rockstomper, Love Is the Only Thing, which closes the album. It’s dumb but gloriously so with a Jean Genie guitar riff and rousing chorus. Paul Kerr