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Uncut magazine is a pretty big deal, one of the biggest deals in music from England. Here’s what reviewer Luke Torn said about “National Champions”:
**** (four stars)
TERRY ANDERSON’S BAR-BAND DELUXE DISH UP SOUTHERN FRIED CHOPS
Led by singer/drummer Anderson-one time Yayhoo, writer of the Georgia Satellites’ “Battleship Chains”-North Carolina’s Olympic Ass-Kickin’ Team churn out spirited, if clichéd fare. What they lack in social graces (see hangdog hard-rockers “You Had Me At Get Lost” and “Is We or Ain’t We”) they make up for in good-ole-boy e’lan and a thunderous Stones/Faces delivery. Ballplayer tribute “Willie Mayes” and the infectious “Found MIssin’” , a fine Chuck Berry-esque road narrative are highlights, though everything sinks in eventually. Anderson get in touch with his inner Joe Walsh on “Pow’ful Merka”.- Luke Torn
Comments: I understand and often involve myself in the style of writing (a bit scattered) Mr. Torn throws out here and TOTALLY appreciate the love we get from him, but I’d like to provide a couple of counter points to his review. OK, oft times I deserve words like “clichéd” because I real out songs like “Is We or Ain’t We” but they are more shout-outs to my heroes (in that case The Who) where I found my love of music, where I found my place in this kooky world. They all mean something to me, some obviously more than others.
The “infectious” “Found Missin’” is not my favorite, in fact it was a late add-on, but it’s always funny to me how different writers pick out totally different songs to love on. One guy totally didn’t get “Feel Right Now” and someone else says that it is one of their two favs on the record, so go figger.
The four stars was the real coo here. It was as much or more than 90% of the reviews in the mag, thass cool ! Totally down with that! Are we slowly making headway here?
He made me laugh with the Joe Walsh reference at the end. It reminded me of my uncle walking in on me as a 10 year old wanna-be with my fist up to my lips holding the mic, pretending to be the singer with The James Gang.
“Oh nothin’, just singing along to the record”.
And by the way, last and certainly not least, “ONE TIME Yayhoo”? Excuse me, but I think I was present at the last gig and plan, with bated breath, to be at the next. Won’t you join us?
We recorded another Mott the Hoople song last night, this time with friend and hero, Peter Holsapple. (if you don’t like The DB’s, you don’t like me!) His version of “Death May Be Your Santa Claus” is fiddin’ to kick yo damn ASS! WE had a great time rockin’ wid him, and really enjoyed the cookies he made fer us!
My flat tire was a lot of fun today! It looked like Big Foot took a bite out of it!