Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, 23 April, 2003 - Print Version
There are those who can be described as "musical junkies," buying up and filling their shelves with musical wonders and oddities; filling every vein and pore of their bodies with as many tunes as you can melt down and inject. But the trouble with music is that for every album that blows the listener’s mind, there are four that aren’t any good, and in this group of 4 there’s one that’s beyond hope. This one particular album can be found on the SALE table in front of all CD stores. The cover will be as odd as the music is bad, but the price is irresistible. Growing weary of paying $25+ for music, there’s a theory that many good artists are oft overlooked by the public, thus, these tables are scoured and searched for sonic gems. Most of the time, there’s a reason for 99c price-tags.
Who are we to criticize? We are The Wax, and are in possession of diverse musical tastes and backgrounds. Yet both the trained and untrained ear seem to meet in the same spot upon issues of talent and genius. Feel free to disagree with any opinion stated about the bands herein, but remember: you’re not dealing with idiots here.
You’re dealing with The Wax.
Bargain Basement
#1: Thermidore's Monkey on Rico
#2: Warwick Moss' If I were a Ghost
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