Thursday, July 24, 2014
Bob Shepherd Foot'Loose Doo-Dah City Records and Promotions Unknown Year
Fuck you, Bob Shepherd. Seriously, what is this nonsense? You dress up like a bad ass on a front cover with your poker chips and Jack Daniels, plus, you're from Wichita, yet, you gave everyone you know this Kenny Rogers (minus the twang) meets Kenny Loggins (minus the fun) bag of mind-numbing originals and covers?
The original tunes land somewhere between Jimmy Buffet and 80's Nashville pop. You're from Wichita, dude, you can kick ass, like Willie or Waylon. There was no reason to dumb it down so much, unless you're intended audience was Wichita housewives who don't actually like music. And the covers, oh man, the covers. How do you take a simple song like Chuck Berry's "Talkin' Bout You" and make it sound moronic? Seriously, it's early rock n' roll, how do you ruin that? And "Cocaine Blues," the fun is in the wordplay and cool breaks, but why bother with that, just blow it off, just run through it like your band is bored and can't wait to tear into a sappy Shepherd original.
The best thing I can say about the LP is good for you, dude. Way to put it out there and give it a chance. Despite it's complete mediocrity and lameness, at least you gave it shot.