| DMB By Lucas Heffer As you read the title of this article, you may wonder what this abbreviation stands for. Drunken Martian Bugs? Dirty Mechanical Brits? Nope, worse: Dave Matthews Band. I know, I know, it�s practically profane, right? Well, my niche in the new Observer regime is partially music-oriented with my special form of social commentary at no extra charge (by the way, that�ll be $2.00 for the privilege of reading this). I feel compelled to warn you of the latest LP from this band whose goal is to someday enter the realm of mediocrity. Yes, I know I�m a little behind, but I don�t have a contract, and bad music continues ad infinitum (that�s Latin, kids). Specifically, I speak of Everyday, one of the worst misuses of modern musical instruments since Jimi Hendrix played his Stratocaster with his teeth�and that sounded good, mind you. Take the first EP, �I Did It�. Did what? Screwed a few million people out of $12.95 at Target? Lied to those same people and said you could form a decent band? For the answers to these perplexing queries, one must look only to the next line: ��Guilty as charged�� Yeah, thought so. Hey, how about Dave Matthews� own voice? I bet you wondered where the band name came from. It�s untamed, yet unappealing. Like Dylan, only�not. On single #2, The Space Between, I swear I thought it was Tracy Chapman the first time it violated my audible range. Gimme one reason to keep listening�and I�ll still turn it off. My advice, once again, free: Don�t buy this, or demand a refund if you were suckered into it, and go see Jay and Silent Bob. Twice. |
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