Tequila Dave's band just put out another album and he is giving away copies.
Go to his site, and order one for free. When you go to that site, have your speakers turned down or off b/c of the flash intro.
check out his rave and not-so-rave reviews:
From sleazegrinder a review that pretty much sums it up:
Dave?s vox are pure dixieman rock star- despite the Yankee home address- and his guitar is just MONSTROUS, a thing of pure moonshine madness that rips and roars and wails all over the goddamn place. Self-admissive tuna-tangos like ?I?m a Pain in our Ass? and ?Pushing 38? peel away any romantic notions that Dave might be anything but what he actually is ? a belching, greasy sex-creep- and that?s the beauty of it, really.
Warren Wheeler (who sounds very uptight to me) at the soundmonitor was not so flattering in his review:
While playing juvenile, disrespectful, sexist, misogynistic, puerile rock n? roll may get your ego stroked by similar-minded individuals in your own isolated world, it does the world no favours: leaving the male section of society believing that penis-power is legit, and the women-folk are naught but playthings.
Paul Katcher dug the cd and wrote the following:
I've yet to meet Dave in person, but I've seen his name in lights ? on the screen of a cash register at American Trash, the Upper East Side biker joint. Any old fool can earn a nameplate on the spot at the bar where he drank himself to death, but how many customers' tabs are programmed right into the permanent register display, right next to "domestic bottle" and "premium shot?"
Is anyone else smelling Grammy? I think we know exactly who's playing at my next birthday party. And next time I'm at American Trash, I'm breaking jukebox protocol and playing both albums straight. And hopefully this time, some whacked-out crackhead chick won't be sitting next to me.
Also do yourself a favor and poke around all of Tequila Dave's website, which includes bios of the band members ("Tequila Dave has over 28 years experience in the consumption of drugs and alcohol"), some scary-ass photos and a history of favorite sexual positions of the wives and famous girlfriends of Harpoontang (some of whom have not even died).
Hey, Dave, send me the guitar chords to this stuff so I can start practicing Do-Able Mommies and jam with you guys.
In Five Words or Less: Long live rock!
enjoy !
Go to his site, and order one for free. When you go to that site, have your speakers turned down or off b/c of the flash intro.
check out his rave and not-so-rave reviews:
From sleazegrinder a review that pretty much sums it up:
Dave?s vox are pure dixieman rock star- despite the Yankee home address- and his guitar is just MONSTROUS, a thing of pure moonshine madness that rips and roars and wails all over the goddamn place. Self-admissive tuna-tangos like ?I?m a Pain in our Ass? and ?Pushing 38? peel away any romantic notions that Dave might be anything but what he actually is ? a belching, greasy sex-creep- and that?s the beauty of it, really.
Warren Wheeler (who sounds very uptight to me) at the soundmonitor was not so flattering in his review:
While playing juvenile, disrespectful, sexist, misogynistic, puerile rock n? roll may get your ego stroked by similar-minded individuals in your own isolated world, it does the world no favours: leaving the male section of society believing that penis-power is legit, and the women-folk are naught but playthings.
Paul Katcher dug the cd and wrote the following:
I've yet to meet Dave in person, but I've seen his name in lights ? on the screen of a cash register at American Trash, the Upper East Side biker joint. Any old fool can earn a nameplate on the spot at the bar where he drank himself to death, but how many customers' tabs are programmed right into the permanent register display, right next to "domestic bottle" and "premium shot?"
Is anyone else smelling Grammy? I think we know exactly who's playing at my next birthday party. And next time I'm at American Trash, I'm breaking jukebox protocol and playing both albums straight. And hopefully this time, some whacked-out crackhead chick won't be sitting next to me.
Also do yourself a favor and poke around all of Tequila Dave's website, which includes bios of the band members ("Tequila Dave has over 28 years experience in the consumption of drugs and alcohol"), some scary-ass photos and a history of favorite sexual positions of the wives and famous girlfriends of Harpoontang (some of whom have not even died).
Hey, Dave, send me the guitar chords to this stuff so I can start practicing Do-Able Mommies and jam with you guys.
In Five Words or Less: Long live rock!
enjoy !