
Available On April 1, 2008 [That's Now] (Buy Now On Emusic.Com)
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While they used to be math-rockers in a former band that I am pretty sure did not include The Church or a calculator (possibly a wrist-watch kind), Jesse Coppenbarger can only count to three and repeat himself. At least that’s what pop-matters.com thinks. The five-member, anti-Brit member guitar juggernaut from Jackson, MS As labels of monotony litter previous critiques of this album like it was similar to a Sugar Ray editorial written by Fred Durst, it is essential that one would not listen to promotional-masterpieces three times on the way to an eagerly pre-anticipated 4-star Fountains of Wayne masterpiece that will inevitably receive a negative 3.5 post-script markdown when they get booed out of an outdoor-hippie festival for playing songs about Subarus and interstate roads. Taking into account that pop does not matter unless it is power-strewn or penned by Brian Wilson, labeling Colour Revolt under that false moniker would be like calling organized religion or genres a good idea that can be streamlined into a decent arrangement. But that is where it gets tricky: no one has any context as to the local music scene of Mississippi because no one from the rest of the world comes to the state on purpose let alone deal on a day-to-day business with the sometimes stale-chips that are the consumers of BBQ in Christian neighborhoods as genocidal and unhealthy as the bible or Shoney’s, respectively with absolutely no respect for either’s ingredients or ultimate price at checkout. Produced by the incredibly gifted Dennis Herring of Sweet Tea Studios, in downtown Oxford Mississippi, the 24-track analogue studio specializes in housing and recording seminally-autocratic frontmen backed by fully-automatic guitar marksmen that has historically included Animal Collective, Modest Mouse, Counting Crows, and Elvis Costello. While it may be hard to understand deep-south, deep-thought perspiration as a daytime reality outside of Oprah’s ego/television series, Colour Revolt manages brains without pretension, wit, and a false-Dent-May complex. As shallowly-woozy readings of Plunder, Beg, And Curse contend that it “is constructed like a theorem that doesn’t know it’s only trying to prove itself; (as the) lead and second guitar ape each other”, a preferable interpretation of that horse-shit might read like “a more colourful, Amer-iconic version of Radiohead minus My Morning Jackets obsession with wordless choruses and dub-sampling” while the word “ape” should probably be preceded by an “r” as a clutch-audible fitting the thematic concept of the dogma of old-milk expired establishments with a picaresque, Messianic that might as well have seen Raffi on the crucifix. To be continued.
1. “Naked And Red”
Ambient guitar ladeling by the Colour Revolt Guitar corps while Patrick Addison simultaneously works his steady-hold on a rolling bass line that proceeds to get twisted seemingly in the devils-distortion while the guitars terse, Lady-And-The-Creepily-Dark-Tramped, Spaghetti-entangled Italiano rhythm guitar track reeks at the hint of some disgustingly vile sound coming out of a Marshall stack bigger than Jimmy Cajoleas murdering an earthly-confined wall of feedback from the inside of an aluminum Frito-Lay truck that couldn’t take the reverberations or religious imagery of a Jesse Coppenbarger on a 21st-century lyrical Crusade.
Naked and Red live at the Spanish Moon in Baton Rouge, Louisiana on April 12, 2008.
Lyrics:
god is swinging from the liquor tree
licking everything he finds
god knows all about you and me
lucky i got something to hide
all along in the evergreens
baby’s got a soul to steal
i know you and you know me
maybe we can make a deal
there goes adam with the devil’s head
his body’s all naked and red
and we’re all naked now in our heads
but i know who’s made my bed
and still i feel sorry for the devil’s head
his mother never taught him no good
and i’m still swinging from the liquor tree
and eden is a hell of a place
eden, eden, eden is a hell of a place
eden, eden, eden is a hell of a place
talk, talk, talk, talk your devils down
sun, sun, sun, sun is coming out
and burn, burn, burn all your witches out
and work, work, work till the day is out

2. “A Siren”- With a mid-70’s back-and-forth intro with method and naturally soulful, shrieked guitar pull-offs the song quickly escalates to softer string work with a predominant bass that accentuates the two backup sirens and a tormented Odysseus sailing through a see of lesser venues all the way to meet a black-out, tour- widowed Persephone at Double Decker in Oxford, Mississippi.
she says “come con babe, want to eat?”
she knows all the good and evil i’ve done
she is righteous enough for everyone
oh, we want it all
cause everybody’s in that sea
drowning on their hands and on their knees
even if you need it all
those burned-out wrecks of what’s become
even if you need it all
the ground won’t break to save your fall
even if you need it all
the hypocrites they always say
they think that god is crazy
“i respect him for what he does
but i never knew what he did it for”
oh, we want it all
cause everybody’s in that sea
drowning on their hands and on their knees
even if you need it all
Exterior Bullshit Blogs Comments (Clowns If You Will, In No Particular Order)

1. “I tried to conjure up a recollection of exactly what I liked so much about Colour Revolt in the first place. It wasn’t the lyrics, which is what usually enthralls me about a band”-Wealsoran.Com
2. “And when I heard this band slip into a hot, sticky groove as loudly as my little Yaris could play it, I was reminded, quite pleasantly, of why I was interested in the first place.”-Wealsoran.Com
3. “Rating? 5/10: There are some really strong songs here (as there were on the EP), but unfortunately there are also a lot of unforgettable songs as well”- Ilikewrpi.blogspot.Com
4. “So, I go back in time to when I was a new father and still a husband. I re-read my review of Colour Revolt’s EP…”- (In)Adequacy.Net









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