The Bottle Rockets
The Bottle Rockets brand of populist, Midwestern, brawny rock n roll is a sound so effortless, its easy to take their craft for granted; a sound so universal, yet unmistakably THE BOTTLE ROCKETS. Theyve crushed rowdy Friday night crowds, convinced sitting audiences to get on their feet, and pulled weary festival onlookers across muddy fields to the front of the stage. With their 12th album, South Broadway Athletic Club, the quartet gives a master class in capturing the beauty of everyday life, and painting a portrait of ongoing hope.
South Broadway Athletic Club is an album full of new experiences for the band. Although they again worked with longtime producer Eric Roscoe Ambel (of Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, The Del-Lords, The Yayhoos) it was the first time the group recorded a full album in their hometown of St. Louis, Missouri. Working at Sawhorse Studios, it was also the first time they scheduled sessions in batches over several months, allowing the songs - and the whole album - to fully breathe and unfold. The extended songwriting process not only allowed a gestation period for the music, but also created the opportunity for a new musical collaboration with the Nashville hit-songwriting family The Henningsens, resulting in the song Something Good. These fresh directions helped focus the bands creativity and energy throughout the recording sessions, adding further dimension to the album.
Singer/guitarist Brian Henneman meticulously crafts lyric-chapters straight from his well-worn journal. The albums sharp-as-shit songwriting kicks off with Monday (Everytime I Turn Around), and the tough but tender Big Lotsa Love. The latter is built on engaging wordplay that takes the listener through the ups and downs of working through the world with someone you care about. In Dog, a jangly, Byrds-infused, unaffected but never cloying, tribute (with Hennemans new weapon of choice: a chimey, 12-string Rickenbacker) to a favorite canine, he sings, I love my dog, hes my dog/ If you dont love my dog, thats OK/ I dont want you to, hes my dog. The zen-like wisdom transcends merely a song about a pet and, rather, packs the message and life philosophy that, Sometimes life is just this simple.
Sonically, The Bottle Rockets still find the quickest two-lane highway into the bloodstream. There are pulses through the rhythm section of Mark Ortmanns made for FM radio, wall-of-sound drumming and bassist Keith Voegeles deep and shapely lines. They are Missouris answer to Muscle Shoals The Swampers Swiss Army knife players, distinctive and in the pocket. Its honed further with John Hortons classic rock guitar snarl on I Dont Wanna Know, a song that could otherwise be a Tom Jones classic about a relationship lie. On the speaker-rattling Building Chryslers, Horton and Henneman ignite a crunchy guitar duel thatd fit nicely on the LP shelf between Dinosaur Jr and Thin Lizzy. The song is a compelling character study told only as The Bottle Rockets can.
Shimmering, fresh coats of paint are applied in Ship It On the Frisco, a Southern soul-influenced song about childhood train hopping, and XOYOU, which showcases the bands cosmopolitan touches through a Rockpile/Nick Lowe-inflected pop gem mixing in shuffling drums, handclaps and harmonies. Elsewhere, Big Fat Nuthin is an earwormworthy ode to exhaustion with a Black Flag TV Party vibe.
Throughout their entire career, The Bottle Rockets have managed to stay true to the rabid music heads as well as casual dial-turning everybodies. After 20+ years, theyve come out on the other side stronger and more energized than ever before, proactively writing their own creative arc. Against the odds, the Bottle Rockets are a true American success story. Consequently, South Broadway Athletic Club is an album as relevant as their formative early work; political by not being political, re-affirming our greatest aspirations by focusing on the tiniest of truths.
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245 S. 5th St.
Springfield, IL 62701
|Minimum Age: 21|
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