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A new recording from heroic guitarist Davie Allan is always a cause for celebration. I developed a habit years ago of writing down first impressions to his releases, after being inspired by fan-group member Boobie Auten. Here is my reaction to the latest from Davie’s catalog of work, titled ‘Cyclelogical.’
AXECENTRIC – Zipping and zapping along the highway. Throttle wicked and strings picked. A ride like no other, trust me, brother! The electric slide of an echoing vibe. Knob cranked to ten, let’s do it again! The best sunset is one viewed with my crazy friends.
STRAIGHT ‘N’ ARROW – Stood up straight and cranking out riffs before it’s too late. The strings bend, but stay true. Like Elmer’s glue, I’m stuck on you. Rack and roll, this touches my soul. The 4/4 beat of an asphalt street. Boots on my feet. I feel mighty neat.
AS BAD AS IT GETS – Rock n ride, I’ve got the vibe, plugged in and ready for sin, hey hey, let’s ride until the break of day! Gotta veer off the highway, girl, I can’t stay, I hope you’ll relate, I’m no key for anyone’s skate. Wheels up, that’s enough. This is heavy stuff!
HEADS UP – Horns and slide guitar, I know where you are, digging the grove, with a hip-flask of happy juice. God let me run, this day is not yet done, I’m riding into the sun. Feet on the pegs, hair in the wind, hand on the throttle, my heart swelling too big. Dig my rig!
AUDITORY DECEPTION – Strutting slow, this is the groove I know. Bass butts and bones break, I am ready for eggs and a steak, at a diner off of the boulevard, where gripes grin and life is hard. That’s the size of this arc. A crescent moon from January to June. If I swoon, do not be alarmed. You are safe from harm. King Fuzz has a needle in my arm.
CYCLELOGICAL – Kickstart my heart, cylinders fire, the breathing of electric wires, sparking out over the cable link, with everything but the kitchen sink, zapper, clapper, I’m no candy wrapper, running free through Alphabet City, fists to the bricks, high energy and hot licks. I’m a hick in the sticks. Clearing away the cobwebs with toothpicks.
NO HEARTS WILL COME BETWEEN US – A love undeniably true, I see me, I see you. The melody I craft speaks to this rough draft, a balladeer’s tip of the cap to a memorable past. Tried and true, I still remember you. Lace and leather adornment frames the image, I turn the page. Yet still hold you in my heart. That bond will never depart.
SOUNDS FAMILIAR – Out on the highway, twistgrip wicked, over the handlebars I gaze. Tachometer pegged, I stretch my legs. The wind whips cables hanging free, there’s so much to see, I’ve got the music in me! God and the horizon frame my run, with a six-stringed long gun. This is an adventure of fun. Ride into the sun.
TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT – Shacked up, with my loving cup. Filled to the brim, riffs to the rim, sliding up the strings, I have seen some incredible things whilst on the neck of a Jazzmaster from the 60’s, oh man, I feel like a pixie! Sat in the saddle and on my way to the break of day. Kick into top gear, can you hear? The King of Fuzz is here!
LONELY IS THE HUNTER – Wibble, wobble, a hand on the throttle. Tires roll over the pavement, I’ve got a vibe that the founders sent. Rubber on the road, hand on a wandering toad, look out below! I’m a man in the know, I’m hip to where the in crowd wants to go. Groovy gents and giddy girls. Give it a whirl!
RIDING SHOTGUN – Shooter shot right on the spot. Trigger pulled quick, this is my plectrum pick. I’ll pluck out the best of luck, it is my treat for those into the downbeat. Stomp your heels, dig these rebellious feels. Shake out your long hair, dance down the stairs. I don’t have a care. Just the quake of a better day, on the way.
REBEL ON THE RUN – High energy fuzzed, turn the knob to ten, it’s never enough. At the limit of infinity gain, I have gone insane. There’s a goblin loose inside my brain. Yanking on the wallet chain. Leather pouch and a spliff in my mouth. This next hit of herbal leaves will make me sneeze. But then the best buzz will infuse like the specter of Heavenly Blues.
MOVING RIGHT ALONG (VOCAL) – Run, run, run, riffing raw like a performer on the street. Sounding pure and sweet. There’s a chance and a choice to be made. Like a glass of lemonade in the SoCal heat. Drink the taste of lyrical relief. What’s that, my friend? You’ve rewritten the end? With words to this tune, concealed and wax-sealed? I am in awe, with a note of regret stuck in my craw. If only there had been more, other songs that went before. Embellished with such prose pronouncements, by my favorite gent. King Fuzz, the latest buzz. Too much but never enough.
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