Published on Nov 22, 1997
[
Editor’s note: This review was first published under Daily Vault
Founder Christopher Thelen’s pseudonym Bob Pierce.]
C’mon, let’s face it… how could I pass up reiewing a band with
a name close to my heart?
Part novelty act, part a capella act, The Bobs are a group that
show many moments of brilliance on
I Brow Club, despite some flaws.
The foursome — Joe Bob Finetti, Richard Bob Greene, Lori Bob
Rivera and Matthew Bob Stull — have taken a page from the Bobby
(hmm… there’s that name again) McFerrin school of music and use
their voices to be all the instrumentation they need. (Welll…..
there’s one instance of piano on this disc – which actually ruined
the mood for me. If you tout yourself as an a capella group,
stay that way!)
The comedy is somewhat hit-or-miss, and occasionally even
thought-provoking. “Hey Coach, Don’t Call Me A Queer” is a prime
example of this duality. The references to the coach as a “Marine
corps drill instructor” is somewhat laughable, yet we all can
relate to the subject matter, having survived the mandatory gym
classes in high school. “A Change Of Heart” is a little more
serious – the story of a person assuming the identity of an organ
donor whose heart they received.
However, “Is It Something I Said?” — complete with the story of
the post office worker going… whew!, almost made a terrible pun!
— I found to be not funny at all. In one sense, it seemed like The
Bobs were trying too hard to impress the listener, down to the
punch line of the song (the act caused by an “overdose of
Rogaine”). Sometimes, it’s better to sit back and let the joke tell
itself.
You want an example of my last comment? Three words: “The Vapor
Carioca,” a song which is both funny and tuneful at the same time.
Rivera’s handling of the lead — in the vocals and the story — is
what seals this one for me. Another example of this is “Leisure
Suit,” complete with a reference to “In The Year 2525” (trivia
question: Who performed “In The Year 2525”? Bonus: Name another hit
they had.
E-mail me with the
answer.), makes fun of the ’70s fashion fad that never seems to
die.
There are moments of more serious music on
I Brow Club — “Swingers” is a killer jazz number that kind
of reminds me of Manhattan Transfer, while “The Crow” — complete
with Barry White-style delivery — simply kicks.
And, of course, there are one or two failures. “Bongwater Day”
is a track that held so much promise, but just fell on its face
right out of the starting gate. “Why Not Try Right Now?” will bore
its way into your head, but it leaves something to be desired.
Still, that’s not bad for the course.
The biggest problem with
I Brow Club is that an album of all a capella music takes
some time to get used to — even I couldn’t make it through the
disc on the first run. Sure, it’s worth making the effort and
seriously listening to the disc, but many listeners won’t have the
patience to do so.
In fact, it is on the repeat listens that portions of
I Brow Club really begin to shine. The layered vocal beats
on the opening minute or so of “The Crow” is brilliant, and the
snippet “Like A Parrot” is both humorous and oh, so true.
If you’re getting tired of the grunge-alternative-industrial
flavor of the week and crave something different, then
I Brow Club definitely is worth your checking out… but be
prepared to put some effort into the listen. I swear it’s worth the
time, or my name isn’t Bob Bob Pierce…
Damn! Now they have
me
doing it!