City Slang: Music review roundup
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The problem with Boondox and, in fairness, all of the other groups and artists on the Psychopathic label, is that they will always be seen as ICP baby brother bands. It’s inevitable, particularly if they’re going to slap makeup all over the faces. It seems like they’re simply following the “ICP guide to success.” The artists then have a choice – they can accept their lot in life and enjoy the Gathering every year, or they can go the Twiztid route and try to do it by themselves. This is true of Blaze Ya Dead Homie, it’s true of ABK, and it’s true of Boondox.
So what we have here is a guy from Covington, Georgia, who has set himself up as some kind of creepy clown scarecrow. Fair play – if you were wandering through a cornfield at night and you happened upon this dude hanging from a post, you would very likely shit your shorts. Of course, push play on Abaddon (Psychopathic) and you’re probably not in a cornfield at night (maybe, but probably not). In the day time, he’s far less scary. He’s also not funny, which is where ICP succeeds. What you end up with is a Southern dude who thinks the world is against him. It gets tiresome really quickly.
Acoustic Madness’ self-titled album (Hanzie) sees local singer-songwriter Bob Monteleone and his able band run through a set of (unsurprisingly) acoustic ditties, some original and a few choice covers. Of the latter, Dylan’s “When I Paint My Masterpiece” and Seger’s “I Feel Like a Number” are the best. The originals are a little cutesy but not bad.