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One of the little pleasures of being one of Boston's blogging elites is that our inbox receives a steady stream of hype from PR people about various bands, mostly of the rock and roll variety. Most times, we give these a perfunctory read, check out the mp3s if we're not busy, then shrug and move on. After all, (this) Bostonist doesn't pretend to understand the music the young kids are listening to these days. (Our philosophy: If it ain't Biz Markie, we don't want to know about it.)
Something we do pretend to understand is brilliant, inspired prose, and today one of these faceless band-promoting e-mailers provided us with a description so off-kilter and over-the-top, so lyrical yet trashy, that we feel compelled to share it with you, our cherished readers. Bostonist ordinarily doesn't like to shill for commercial interests, but Daniel Arnold (if that is his real name) from Addvice Marketing has so outdone himself in describing the BellRays to us that we feel obliged to reward him. His masterwork is after the jump.
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So like 8 years ago Jack White got Loretta Lynn's digits off of a 'lost career' flyer tacked on some Tennessee tree, made a couple calls and before you know it Loretta's got a grammy and Jack's a card carrying member of the Mile Old club. Now before you get the wrong idea, know this: Have A Little Faith In Me is about as country as a box of soy milk. But if Jack had skipped Nashville and met himself a leggy, gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis, got down and dirty to help Tina Turner bring back the nast, the Raconteurs would be opening for the BellRays and you'd be selling your ass to get in.The BellRays brought their maximum rock n' soul to our SXSW showcase and I damn near took off my pants and shirt. Why? Because Have a Little Faith in Me is twenty five barrels of soulfunk in a stinking, sweltering, middle-of-august detroit garage. Like Tina Turner on a sauna tour with Mad Max, Belushi and the MC5.
[This is where Dan included a link to an mp3, but we're not going to shill that much. If you really want to hear the tracks, you can hunt down Addvice Marketing's website.]
See? It's like Tommy performed in S&M gear on top of a convoy of pickups in the middle of the desert. I'm getting carried away. Let's cool off with an mp3 that shows off their Stax-ier side. A real deal old soul stomp called "Third Time's The Charm."
[Like we said . . .]
See why I brought Belushi into it? Know what else? Have A Little Faith in Me, the BellRays' sixth full-length, is coming out on May 2nd and it's gonna put some muscle in your shoals if you catch my meaning. So... write about it on your amazingly professional and influential blog right now?
Do you like it? If you said no, listen again before I get mad. I can't wait to go through your comments instead of socializing with women my age.
BELLRAYS!
love,
Danielp.s. How do you turn a duck into a soul singer? Put it in the microwave until its bill withers.
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daniel arnold? i'm sorry, but there's no way that's a real name.
I know! He should have gone with Kevin Arnold.
At the first job I ever had, my department consisted of:
Guy Tom
Mitch Eric
Tom Gabriel
Dave Daniel
No kidding.