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the word on the street is . . . |
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"Grunt Big for Daddy" is good. "Just Wanna Get Horny" is good. "Don't Touch my Bourbon" is
excellent. "Baby Sitter" is the kind of song Jarvis Cocker might write if he were from Chicago and not such a candy ass.
The album is a little bit reminiscent of Reverend Horton Heat, actually, except that I vastly prefer Bondo. This project was clearly put together on a shoe string, but the production and sound quality What else do you need to know? Buy it. Ron Provine of "A Different Kind of Greatness" e-zine. |
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With such deep profundities like, "there's only two things worth fighting for. One comes in a bottle,
the other one's truth. Thing is, that bottle can change the truth." from "Don't Touch my Bourbon," you know exactly where these guys stand. They just want to have fun and they want the listener to do
the same. And Bondo backs up their message with some great music. You can't help but tap your foot along as you throw back shots.
The musicianship throughout the album is rock-solid. From the guitars to the horns, Bondo knows exactly what they need to do to foster the festive atmosphere. The only lull at the party happens during "Angels Drove Me Home.
" Although a decent song, it breaks the pace of the album. The production of the album is nicely done. The horns punctuate the music without overpowering the
other instruments, while the strong vocals ride just above the musical fray. Having fun is what Bondo is all about, and they've provided a good time party soundtrack with "Fistful Of Biscuits"
A 100 proof album that goes down so smooth you don't even need a chaser. Nutshell Review - Chicago-Music-Scene.com
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Ok, so on to the hooting and hollering...Bondo boasts that it's Chicago's favorite bar band, which
pretty much sums it up. The sound is a bit intoxicated and a bit intoxicating. It's loud, unapologetic and occasionally borders on the breed of rock that facilitates punkish moshing.
The songs combine good old rock n' roll energy with lyrics that seems closer at times to folk-type ballads than to hard rock rantings. The tunes tell tales. And you can't miss it. "Don't Touch My
Bourbon" begins by saying "Gonna tell a little story my grandpappy taught me many years ago/Said son, in this world there's only two things worth fighting for/one comes in a bottle, the
other one is the truth./Thing is that bottle can change truth./That's why that bottle's gonna be around a lot longer." Alcohol seems a guiding theme for Bondo. The band was formed a couple of years ago in a
coachhouse in Roscoe Village. A group of guys would get together to "booze and BS the day away complainin' about their jobs, their lack of money, their women - or lack of women." Their
tales of woe were often followed by a "wow, that would make a great song"-type response. And so Bondo came to be. The band has since played around town at venues like Big Horse, Lounge Ax, Morseland and Beat Kitchen.
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On "Don't Touch My Bourbon"
- George Thoroughgood would be, uuh,proud? So you like bourbon huh? |
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On "Just Wanna Get Horny"
- Mudhoney / Morphine! Really weird, really rawkin, You guys are probably fun as shit live! |
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On "Grunt Big for Daddy"
- Angry hillbillies! 'strangely fun' is the thought that comes to mind as 'Oh My God'
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On "Babysitter"
- Although Im not a big horn fan its actually a pretty good song! |
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So, blah, blah, blah . . . |
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