Eric McFadden Trio Joy of Suffering
By Marcus Pan
I love it when a press kit smacks back.
Im reading the first few lines of the page that accompanies my copy of
Eric McFadden Trios Joy of Suffering as it describes the jaded
contemporary music scene, anxious anticipation of the coming of the EMT, etc.
blah. What a pile of exaggerated schlock, I think. Then the next
line: Lest you dismiss the preceding as absurd hyperbole. Oops,
caught me. Suddenly Im a lot more interested!
Eric McFadden is a dirty dirty boy. His music is dirty, his
guitar is dirty, his attitude is dirty. Not dirty in a screaming
fuck in a childish attempt for attention sort of way, mind, but
in a more of a tongue in cheek in-depth thing. Basement level no holds barred,
Joy of Suffering looks a lot nicer than I would expect a garage band to
kick out. But it seems McFadden has a bit of a legacy to justify his shiny
cardboard fold out sleeves while still being all disgruntled about music at
large and getting away with it adult like, not child like.
Hes seen the road with the likes of Bo Diddley, Joe
Strummer, Reverend Horton Heat, Ron Wood, Les Claypool, George Clinton. The
list goes on, but those are a few of the names that hit me. From classic rock
to alternative, funk to abilly, McFaddens been out there. This time
around hes brought James Whiton (bass, stand up even which way cooler
than my bass) and Paulo Baldi (drums) with him for the Eric McFadden Trio, and
mixed up a whole bunch of brews on one album. McFadden himself isnt even
sure what to call it for the most part, its a rock
band. Well just go with that for now and take a listen to the dirty
The funk-punk Put it Down cranks it open. Stoner rock
in the sense that Id break shit were I stoned. This has got to be an
amazing pit song raw, dirty, energetic with Erics I
dont need to really sing Im that cool vocal aesthetics.
Whitons bass are like nail gun shots to the temple. Bury Our Sins
lopes up jauntily like a messy four month old zombie on steroids with castanets
on its heels. Long Way Up surprises us by being a timid ballad.
Dig Whitons funky slapping on Miranda, a
Spanish sounding or western sounding folk tune that feels like it bleeds
tequila and dances in Tijuana. I keep waiting for John Wayne to stumble in with
a Mexican hooker blowing his dick and a bottle of rum hanging from his pinky.
Is the Morning Safe For Waking? is a good question and a grungy
Nice work, your absurd hyperbole is awarded with honors.
Joy of Suffering is a lot of fun with or without the alcohol and the
drugs with it youll break shit, without it youll contemplate
the interesting lyrics. Im not quite sure what would happen were you to
involve acid. But its great fun had all around, from the stroppy Bury
our Sins to the loping instru-grunge of The Ghost-Maker. Dirty dirty
fun for dirty dirty adults, have at it then. Everyone gets to be that
Post: 325 W. 38 St.,Suite 505, New York, NY, 10018, USA
 Sorry, Axl, but the American Music Awards
cursing thing was like watching the bad kids strive for attention on the
playground. Admittedly, most of us wont forget it but not for its
glory, for its patheticness really.
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