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A review of sweet tea, a CD of Rolling Hills
What could say about Hills Rolling, the nickname of a one-man band Trey McGriff, no be accused of having shallow roots. On his myspace page that lists the influences of a hundred bands and musicians. There are students of the old school (Otis Redding, The Beatles, Pink Floyd), students of the school (The Killers, My Morning Jacket), tweeners (Nirvana, Dinosaur Jr.) electro types (The Cure, Depeche Mode) and eclecticians like him (Beastie Boys, Beck). Without doubt this is partly a smart-ass comment about "what are your influences" question. There is also a list of people you've probably heard of and that is another way of saying that all the music you heard, or elsewhere, everything that has happened, is registered by the brain, swish by time, and is reflected in his songs. Loves, hates, sounds, tastes, all in your head. Musically and lyrically, this message goes through CD loudly in his sweet tea.
With all this in his musical blender, which came with an album which is like a meal with different foods, different flavors, and quite tasty. Sweet tea is not an album with a theme or a sound unique to say, but the strength of songs and the individualism of his voice and musical palette extends clear to be a mish-mash of things. It is not intellectually and intentionally going from one style to another as if searching for an identity, or waving the hope to catch the ear of the listener. The songs are well prepared and come from his heart, making music in a clear and honest Rolling Hills. A bit like a jazz artist who expresses his personal opinion in an album to have a ballad, swing numbers, blues and a song with a Latin flavor.
"Crazies" opens the album with some catchy hard rock era of the answer is 08 with "Rock and Roll Hootchie Coo" by Rick Derringer. The attitude gender of the song is replaced by the wonder of simple Gettin 'Down with a beautiful girl who made him so mad that "I do not know what to do / I am dizzy gettin 'I'm shaking in my shoes. "The music works well with the song, alternating between hard tremolo bar guitar licks agreements and trippy guitar / tremolo soaked lead. His pop sensibility keeps everything tight, short and sweet as tea. hip-hop drums open "no more", the song gives way to nature the acoustic / electric guitar rock in office who never ages. Percussion and a home altar boy, give the song some feel, despite the crudeness of the slice of the lyrics of life: "I just live from day to day and just keepin 'my head above water / Not again with all these feelings trapped inside of me / No can not pay the bills I think I'm sinking your way. . . I'm so alone / one day / We will surf the waves under the sun. "
This cut deftly combines a pleasant melody, rough humor and hope, all in one. "Watching The Waves "is psychedelic rock with healing, with a beer soaked college student Trippin 'play some guitar chords and simple a moment with friends. Harmonica grooviness captures the feeling of timelessness, as here, now that I put there on the beach McGriff chants "Standing in the sea watch the waves roll, roll. "
McGriff another musical project is in experimental electronica and is called Somewhere Outhere. The song "Middle of Nowhere" hints in this direction. Of an electronic drum pulse and droning bass with a guitar riff space wing New Order, this piece is a soundtrack to do so. . . whatsoever. This seems strange and out of focus as the locking licks and drum beaten in progress. Whereas these elements may seem abstract to another record, the music here is a funky, until you feel at home.
In his article October 2007 New Yorker writer Sasha Frere-Jones, author of the best music of all I have to add, wrote that, contrary to the 50's rock through at 80, twenty-first century indie rock is totally devoid of blues and soul, the power-ground root of so much great music. This leaves the indie rock and its offshoots, in his words, "full of fatigue and monotony." No problem with that here. Rolling Hills of Georgia McGriff is more or less, so the blues soul and the country is in your blood. Maybe that's what helps blend the musical stew that is cooked in sweet tea. This CD is further evidence that while rock and pop business are rotting and twisting in the wind, it is the great days of music here, where only we who are alive.
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