As a longstanding fan of EVIL EYE (Jasper/Birmingham, I dunno… it’s in the directory for chrissake) I felt that proverbial Christly compulsion power to buy this recording sound unseen, attributable in no short order as well to my personal-yet-intermittent (meaning I don’t run into him much) friendship with frontman Joseph Higgins (journalistic bias? What’s that? Who you callin’ a journalist anyway? Oh. Nobody did. I see. Well, this certainly is awkward.) My initial mule-kick reflexive analysis of the EP is just what I told editor-in-queef Adam Harmless: It’s as if Rik Ocasek ditched The Cars and went for something “country”, something more jangly, or if Peter Murphy decided he would rather relocate to Hidden Valley Ranch or some other first-world village that wants to parade as a diorama for
Charlotte’s Web but, in reality, is more akin to
the town from
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?. (There never is
a Burger Barn though, and if there is it’s always closed when you
go by it.) While EVIL EYE sits quite snugly in between the slots in
your CD tower of 90’s alt-rock giants (because really, how else are
you gonna listen to them??), THE VORPAL SWORD (a phrase found in the
Lewis Carroll poem
Jabberwocky) is jerking the wheel abruptly
and going down a side service road that may or may not come back out
on the interstate. No need to worry about scoring merits in some sort
of morality game show; all the boys and girls get the gift of a good
band and a good time when the man in the red suit brings THE VORPAL
SWORD to the stage. Go! -Jackson A.D.
As a longstanding fan of EVIL EYE (Jasper/Birmingham, I dunno… it’s in the directory for chrissake) I felt that proverbial Christly compulsion power to buy this recording sound unseen, attributable in no short order as well to my personal-yet-intermittent (meaning I don’t run into him much) friendship with frontman Joseph Higgins (journalistic bias? What’s that? Who you callin’ a journalist anyway? Oh. Nobody did. I see. Well, this certainly is awkward.) My initial mule-kick reflexive analysis of the EP is just what I told editor-in-queef Adam Harmless: It’s as if Rik Ocasek ditched The Cars and went for something “country”, something more jangly, or if Peter Murphy decided he would rather relocate to Hidden Valley Ranch or some other first-world village that wants to parade as a diorama for Charlotte’s Web but, in reality, is more akin to
the town from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?. (There never is
a Burger Barn though, and if there is it’s always closed when you
go by it.) While EVIL EYE sits quite snugly in between the slots in
your CD tower of 90’s alt-rock giants (because really, how else are
you gonna listen to them??), THE VORPAL SWORD (a phrase found in the
Lewis Carroll poem Jabberwocky) is jerking the wheel abruptly
and going down a side service road that may or may not come back out
on the interstate. No need to worry about scoring merits in some sort
of morality game show; all the boys and girls get the gift of a good
band and a good time when the man in the red suit brings THE VORPAL
SWORD to the stage. Go! -Jackson A.D.
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