by Mott the Dog
5
Stars *****
Who the Hell is John Eddie? Well, let old Mott the Dog
tell you. John Eddie is a rocker from Jersey, very much in the mould of
Bruce Springstein, John Cougar, or Jon Bon Jovi, who is definitely over
the age of forty and has written the ultimate road album ... and here it
is for your perusal.
John Eddie spent the first twenty years of his life
trying to be a rock icon, which must have been a bit hard as he was always
respected in the music business, although his partying lifestyle was one
of legend that will always leave him with a bad boy reputation to live
down. However, it was his contemporaries who went onto fame and fortune
playing on the large stages of rock & roll stadiums, while John Eddie
has not yet made that final step. But I can comfortably predict that this
album will change all that.
John Eddie has surrounded himself with a bunch of his
mates to form a band who, fortunately for him, include some of the finest
musicians that are available in the United States of America. A tighter
outfit as they are cannot be improved. John Eddie and his band are now out
on the road touring all over the States, promoting the album and recording
a DVD for release in 2004 to sold out houses, getting to play in bigger
venues as the word spreads. So remember, you heard the word on John Eddie
first from Mott the Dog.
Like any road dog, John Eddie has had his ups and
downs, kicks, scrapes, and formed views on other beings that have crossed
his life. So that’s what you get in the songs, a potted history on life
out on the road, sometimes uplifting, sometimes depressing, or full of
sorrow, or just good old outrageously funny. Stretched over the twelve
songs on this album you run the full gauntlet of all these emotions,
giving the whole collection a very well-rounded feeling. The musicianship
is superb.
The guitars are played by Kenny Vaughn and PK
Lavengood, sometimes belting out the licks and at other times laying down
sympathetic simple chords to add emotion to John Eddie’s thoughts. Jim
Dickson does a wonderful job with the keyboard arrangements, keeping it
simple while not leaving any holes. Kenny Aronoff puts the backbone into
all the rhythms, whilst on bass guitar is the wonderful Kenny Aaronson,
who adds his own distinctive style to proceedings.
The opening gambit of ‘If You’re Here When I Get
Back’ sets the theme for the album.
“Kiss me baby on the curb,
Throw your arms around my waist,
Send me off with your sweet words,
Say a little prayer,
Show a little faith.
These boots are broken in,
from always leaving you,
This road takes a lot of turns,
Each one leads me back to you.”
You are then taken off from song to song into the world
according to John Eddie, sometimes interesting, always controversial,
heartbreaking if he wants to be, and very irreverent. However, you cannot
help but forgive a guy anything who has written two songs such as
‘Forty’ and ‘Play Some Skynyrd’. The later being a wonderful
anthem to any band that has ever played and been heckled from the loud
mouth in the crowd to hear something he knows, so he doesn’t have to
make the effort to listen to something new. ‘Forty’ will put a rye
smile on the lips of anybody who has reached that remarkable mile stone.
(Mott is 329 in dog years, you work it out.)
In ‘Play Some Skynyrd’ you also get the answer to
the meaning of Life, what more do you want for your buck? Well, actually
you do get a bit more. If you leave your CD on play after the last
official song, it does not take long for you to discover two extra,
hidden, un-credited songs tacked onto the end.
Next time you are in Tahitian Queen, ask the D.J. to
play ‘Low Life’, then next time you are in your local CD shop, pick up
a copy of ‘Who The Hell Is John Eddie?’. So hopefully the next John
Eddie album will be called ‘Hey, It’s Me, John Eddie, the Star’.
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