Trevor and The Joneses “There Was Lightning” (Self-released, 2013)
Sometimes spending too much time in the sun can be a good thing. Even Bruce Springsteen claimed “that’s where the fun is”, and Trevor Jones and his namesakes have been baking in the Las Vegas desert for about a year and now they’ve unleashed their debut album and you can be sure that “lightning” they speak of is probably white and of the liquid variety! The quintet rip through ten tracks with the reckless abandon of an untamed stallion in heat. Screaming guitar solos, spoken/shouted vocals, and a wicked sense of humor drip from every tune, with influences ranging from fellow desert-dwellers Green On Red to Camper Van Beethoven and the devil-may-care-but-I-don’t rowdiness of Anton Newcombe (Brian Jonestown Massacre), Paul Westerberg (the ‘Mats), and Iggy & The Stooges.
Then just when we’re ready to put a serious hurt on our mojo, something starts happening and we don’t know what it is: Mr. Jones & his Joneses get all sentimental on us with the tender ballad “A Familiar Way”. It’s a nice intermezzo, somewhat reminiscent of Chocolate Watch Band’s Stonesy swagger or Sky Saxon’s seminal Seeds output, particularly “A Faded Picture.” And the surprises keep on coming at us with the power poppy acoustic stunner ”Grooving At The Speed of Light” that bears a welcome resemblance to Sir Newcombe and BJM’s finest hours and ends in a blaze of six-string glory.
Elsewhere, I also dug the greasy, sleazy snarl of “It’s Exhausting” (it was) and the party hearty blast of wholesome pop goodness emerging from “It’s Getting Early.” The band also pull out all the stops and flaunt their jamming, improv chops at the end of the album, with a couple of tracks clocking in at nearly 20 minutes: the bluesy headnodder “Show Yourself” is a tasty (and tasteful) Neil and Crazy Horse-styled guitar duel between Jones, Brien Thompson, and Joe Lawless that kicks asses and takes names, and then epic closer “Superslow” ups the guitar army attack on all your senses, frying brain cells, hair follicles, and the odd pacemaker along the way. Boy howdy, what a way to wrap up a debut album. A definite scorcher and a very promising debut.
Review made by Jeff Penczak/2013
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