Published on Mar 2, 2001
Once upon a time, I remember being very excited about Raging
Slab. I used to play their song “Don’t Dog Me” while I was a disc
jockey in college, and I honestly thought these guys had a bright
future ahead of them.
Instead, their saga read almost like a bad soap opera. The band
lost their major label deal, and continued to fight for attention
through a few releases on smaller labels. But success seemed to
remain elusive for the group… and I quickly forgot about
them.
Greg Strzempka and crew still haven’t made it back to the
majors… and if their latest disc
The Dealer is any sign of things to come, then let’s hope
they didn’t buy non-refundable tickets to stardom, ’cause this
isn’t their best work.
The band – guitarist/vocalist Strzempka, guitarist/vocalist
Elyse Steinman, bassist Alec Morton and drumner Rob Cournoyer – has
recently picked up the tag of being a “stoner rock” band. I don’t
know if this is an accurate description, as the band does try to
capture the feel of roots rock. What I do know is that it probably
helps to be stoned to listen to this, as portions of this disc
border on unlistenable when you’re listening to it naturally.
It’s not that I think Raging Slab aren’t trying on
The Dealer; it’s just that the music comes off as being very
laissez-faire from the start, and it leaves the band in a deep hole
with almost no way to climb out of it. Tracks like “Here Lies,”
“Real Good Time,” “Sir Lord Ford / When Electricity Came To
Arkansas”and “Too Bad” just come off as being flatter than the
tires on a car in a redneck’s front yard. Even when the band starts
to show some promise, as on “Chasin The Dragon” or “That Ain’t What
I Meant,” the potential delivery power of these songs is quashed by
so many flat performances.
So what could have saved this album? The thing that leaps out at
me is that Raging Slab seemed as if they had lost the direction
they got started in when they were a solid Roots Rock band. Is this
genre pretty full? Yes… but the good material always tends to
stand out over the average or the dreck, and at one point in their
career, Raging Slab was on the top of the pond. Where they lost
their direction, I don’t know, but this disc suggests that they
still are searching for the right path to walk musically. Sadly,
this one isn’t it.
And it’s not that
The Dealer is totally without merit. There is enough on this
disc to suggest that there is still hope for this band. I just
question whether enough people will be left at the end of the day
to see them rediscover everything which made them a potentially
great band in the first place.