FACIAL REVIEW
Le Review as it appeared in "Musicrevue.com" by "D-Boz"
While this band describes their music as hard-core hip-hop, often rendering an �alternative� classification on such music websites as farmclub.com, there are those fans, a.k.a. Facial Freaks, who consider the music sheer madness worthy of a wrestlemania opening track. And it�s not just the energetic beat driving the rap lyrics home that moves such crowds as those witnessed at two different gigs in New York City. Watching a Facial performance is similar to watching the inner workings of a WWF ring. Over the course of an evening with this crew, including lead singers Jiz and Faz, lead guitarist Sal The Stockbroker (of Howard Stern fame), drummer Graz and guitarist Pope JP, you�ll be able to scout scantily clad women wandering onstage shaking their wild thangs. The audience is left to wrestle with the age-old question: is it just an act or is it real? But of course it�s real and the naked truth doesn�t end there. Thanks to the lead singer, Jiz�s, nude dive into the crowd, the Red Hot Chili Peppers look like Sunday Schoolers. They even have a name for this all-baring stunt: the Jiz Berry Bounce. Even if you�re in it for the pure street rapping style, and you like a little meaning with your mania, then you�ve got full-service satisfaction. The lyrics have definite flava� about spreading love--in a bit of a twisted way as they pay homage to specific female body parts and rave over the likes of model, Emme, as opposed to Elle (McPherson)--but love nonetheless. From, �Go F Yourself� to �Buffalo Girls,� the band�s take-it-or-leave-it approach brings out the wickedness in us all (and you know you love it). Or I could be totally misinterpreting things and the true meaning behind the music is nothing more than a bunch of guys taking their garage-band antics center stage. Then again, isn�t that how it all begins? Most recently featured on the Howard Stern�s television show, Facial is currently recording their first CD. Check their website for upcoming tours at Facialband.com.
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