You Better Check Out This Feeling I'm Feeling
:: Stick Around ::
:: High On Your Love ::
:: Love Song ::
:: One Way Love ::
:: I'm A Rocker ::
:: Best Of You ::
:: Memories Of You ::
:: Don't You Worry ::
Rock n' roll. Fuck yes, rock n' roll. You remember it, right? In 1978, as now, the most fulfilling way to get chix was to rock them straight into your bedroom. Just herd those foxes right in there with your guitar. This album was recorded to get these guys rich and laid. You can hear it in every single song. Bandit used every goddam trick in the book. Songs about rock, songs about chicks. A power ballad with sultry guitar solos that would peel the Jordaches right off some feather-haired slut with too much rouge and lip gloss on. All of these songs sound vaguely familiar, like they've grifted something from nearly every page in the bible of 70's radio rock. Now, that doesn't mean that this album is good. But there's something appealing to me, something I bask in and recoil at, all at the same time. Like beating it to midget porn.
From appearances, you might get the impression these dudes were raised in the canyons amongst the crags of dirty whiteboy rock, but they have to be British. I mean, who else would say "let's head back to my flat" and nickname themselves Theodore Thunder? Brits, that's who. This was produced by Procol Harum's Matthew Fisher, and I bet you he played the keys on this mother, too.
So, like, I wish I could explain to you why I've put up so many tracks. It's, I suppose, because I found so many catchy-but-funny bits, and the lyrics throughout had me totally entertained. You also probably wondered why I spent so much time and so many colored (sorry, coloured) pencils creating my own cover for this album. OK, so that's the real cover. Not everything could be smooth; Ariola had a budget, you know. Thanks to Kevin at Pop Zeus for bequeathing this shit to me.