Oh yes, man, I have seen the light. I have heard the 'truth', the
meaning of life and I couldn't make out a word of it. But who care
when it sounds this cool and you can dance to it?
You start off sitting down, all cool and sophisticated, a drink in one
hand, a cigarette in the other. By the end of the night, your arms
are swaying, your hips are swinging and your head is bopping to the
shit-hottest hip-hop/blues/gospel/rock/soul/country sound around.
Most of the tracks from "Exile on Cold-Harbour Lane" got an airing -
"Converted", "Ain't Goin' to Goa", "Moa Tse Tung Said", "Peace in the
Valley" and John Prine's "Speed to the Sound of Loneliness". There
were also a few new tracks in there too, like the opening ditty about
the Zapatistas in Mexico - a little sprinkling of politics! Truth be
told, in a live setting, most of the songs sound the same, but who
cares when that song is so absolutely, honest-to-Elvis, cool?
I gotta say, though, the good Reverend, Mr. D. Wayne Love, looks like
ona them god-damn boy-lovin', draft-dodgin', acid-headed hippy
wasters. GET YO HAIR CUT, BOY!!!
Alabama 3 are more than a band, they are an experience that has to be
seen to be believed. Roll on the new album.
There was a support band, I think they were called "the Head". They
said it often enough and I'm still not sure I remember it properly.
That says it all really. They sounded OK, early nineties style jangly
indie-pop, but they weren't exactly memorable. Another point is that
this is a band that could only look good on radio! They ain't no
Alabama 3, 'nuff said.
by Donnacha DeLong