I spend four hours in front of my TV the other night watching the ass-end of a tank drive through the desert. Why? I have no idea. I think I have too much time on my hands, seeing as how Kelli Skye continues to rebuff my efforts at communication. And while that tank thing may have been a colossal waste of time, it pales in comparison to this Dirty Power album.
Dirty Power is a rock band from the San Francisco area, just like Creedence Clearwater Revival. However, unlike CCR, Dirty Power really sucks. They don’t have any songs about Lodi or fortunate sons or anything remotely interesting. No, Dirty Power does their best Soundgarden imitation (just what the world needs) throughout their self-titled debut album, rocking through a highly forgettable forty minutes of musical masturbation. Hey, I’m as into Def Leppard as the next guy, but when I want to hear one-armed-wonder Rick Allen doing his thing, I’ll put in “Pyromania”, I don’t want to hear your sad, sorry imitation rawwwk stuff. And enough with the AC/DC bit, too; they’re famous and you’re not, so let’s leave it at that.