[EDITOR’S NOTE: Here we go — the first of the guest posts we’re running while I’m on vacation. And our first installment comes from our tentacle-loving bro, Phro, now stationed in some Japanese backwater and surviving on a diet of metal, Japanese poetry, and other things we’d rather not know about. He has some music to share with you.]
At first brush, Lizard Skynard might seem like a gimmick. The name alone is absurd and evokes entirely the wrong image for the band. After all, you are probably imagining lot lizards putting their frothy mouths on the short nubby ends of truckers right now. But!!! Perish that thought (you sicko) and let’s talk about something completely different.
You obviously know how to use internet, so I can assume that, like all internet denizens, you are probably a mentally deranged individual. I will also assume you know who the Lizardman (http://www.thelizardman.com/) is. If not, that link right there will enlighten you. We’ll wait. Have fun.
Okay, so now you know pretty much everything you need to know before we begin this review of the band’s self-titled debut. The Lizardman (or Erik Sprague, if you want to be pedestrian) is the frontman for the band. I would go so far as to say that he is the personality of the band, but we personally haven’t seen any live performances, so we’ll reserve judgement for now. Needless to say, it is his voice that dominates and informs the songs. And his voice is, for lack of a better term, the madness of modernity.
Okay, enough literary theory horseshit, let’s talk music! What does it sound like? (more after the jump . . . including eels)