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Foxy Shazam, The Church of Rock and Roll
IRS Records, Jan. 24

02/02/12



For years now, we’ve watched as this generation of rockers tried to make something out of all the depleted soil they were left with as the Led Zeppelin age began to fade into dim legend. The Darkness were so awful they made it look like it’d never get done, Wolfmother sucked, and you really had to wonder if newer bands were ever going to do some heavy clue-shopping and dig through the dusty archives of soul and blues to get to the real roots of the ’70s rock they so desperately wanted to make their own, that is to say not just mimic it but reinvent it. So here’s this Cincinnati band led by a white kid who went to an all-black high school (or so he claims, and remember not to believe anything you read), and after a couple of albums that were sort of a clunky System of a Down meets Ohio Players, they’ve looked into the abyss of this market and decided to really go for it, not just the old Zep angle but the stuff that made the ’70s the ’70s.  If you love — as in you refuse to listen to anything but — Queen or Sweet, this has it all: solos, hooks, wide-screen quirkiness, sweeping falsetto choruses, all of it.  I can’t say it’s a total ’70s reinvention, but singer Eric Sean Nally has more Little Richard in his pinkie fingernail than Brandon Flowers could ever hope for. A —Eric W. Saeger






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