Customer Reviews

Keep on Truckin

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This record is totally killer! At first I thought it may be simply good, but I soon realized that it's completely awesome! I saw them play live because I knew I had to hear them playing these songs, and it was so good, I had to go see them play again! "Fly Me To The Moon" was a really good album, but it's almost too hard to believe how good "Keep On Truckin'" is. It's very similar to looking at the sun, you should never completely focus your eyes on it, but simply have a general knowledge of it being there and what it's like, or risk injury to yourself. That's the way in which you should handle thinking about how totally mindblowing this record is. You probably should have a listen, unless you want to do something like be really stupid.

Okay, this album is quite a bit different from my last favorite, The Medicine's All Gone, but still recognizably Caustic Resin.
It seems like bands growing and changing is a problem for some people, but who wants a repeat of another album? That just seems like a dumb way to listen to music.
after listening to this record a few times I now believe this to be the best record Brett and company have made, I also noticed that they now have a killer video on their causticresin.com site, and all I can say is, way to go!

Although not very accessable to first time listeners, this is a tried and true Caustic Resin album. Sometimes I have a hard time knowing where their next record will lead, but they never disappoint. First timers should probably grab "The Medicine is All Gone" first (still my favorite) and work their way into this record. I thnk this is a great album and strongly recommend it to any fan.

Caustic Resin sound like a postmortem Creedance Clearwater Revival spiked with a lunatic Hank Williams and blessed with a singing cowboy's sense of balladry. Mind you, this is rock at it's purest drenched in guitar drone and vocal manipulation, haunting and wailing lyrics, and song hooks that strangle. "Message To Shareholders" is a wrenching blast of Brett Netson's vocals and guitar that sounds like being trapped against a wall while a ferocious animal drools in your face. "Fry Like Ace Jones", with it's romantic western tinged dramatics, sounds like your executioner breaking out into a pretty sundown-y ballad just before he drops the floor out from under you. At first, the title track, "Keep On Truckin" (omit Eddie Kendricks from your mind), is an elaborate commercial sounding "All the Young Dudes" worship anthem, on repeated listens, it sounds like the band making a melodic attempt to reach a genuine musical scale with mock rock star Netson passing around shares of rock and roll idolization as he nearly croons and howls masterfully a swirling blend of pop and delusion. It's been a while since an album has put me away like this. On the inside of the lo-frills CD cover is an interior photo of the band's 'tour bus'. It's the same vehicle I saw parked just outside the door of the small club where I saw Caustic Resin play in Buffalo, New York a few years ago; an eyesore of a van loaded to the brim with the stuff bag ladies dream of, looking like a 1972 time warp through an Iraqui war zone. I thought, some hippies must have driven in from the hills and they'll be lucky if the cops don't come and haul this heap away.

Now don't get me wrong, "Fly me to the moon," and "The medicine's all gone" were fabulous albums, unfortunately this one is not cut from the same cloth. If you want to hear some good music from "Caustic" check out the two albums I mentioned above, but don't waste your money on this one. This album never seems to get going, lacks rhythm, and is a disappointment. I thought it might grow on me after a few listens as some of there other material does, but it never did. Some of the guitar work is good, but Brett is capable of so much better. See Built to Spill's "Ultimate Alternative Wavers," or "Perfect From Now On" for other work by Brett that is simply amazing.

you're going to want to end it all after hearing this drivel. Once this band had a couple brain cells. Now all we're left with is the smelly carcass.

Yuck!