I’ma keep The Jim Jones Revue love going today and pick up where bradda P left off with his show review (err revue?). So yeah Jones and crew tore up our local stomping ground last week. And yeah The FSS was there with money for merch and a thirst for beer. Work has been especially trying lately for me and P. (as a side note at last weeks Philly Punk Rock Flea Market some girl said how cool it was to have a job like The FSS, not knowing me and P have real full time gigs that have fuck all to do with the R and R). But I digress. Nah fuck it…here comes a tangent.
So this morning I’m on my bike heading to the train station. Even though I got The JJR pumping through my phones there is not a lot of rock and roll in this picture. I am tired from working a 14 hour day (plus commute). I am disheartened to have to do it all over (it’s only Tuesday for fuck’s sake). Again peddling a bike at 5am in the fucking dark is not punk. It just sux. Lance Armstrong live strong my ass. But this brings me to my overall point (yeah I have one). Rock and Roll gets you through. Not sometimes. But all damn day every day. Pretty much for the past month plus I’ve been steady busting my rump-ah and when I’m not doing that I’m at shows. Murder City. Jim Jones. Night Marchers. And even while I’m working, commuting, peddling my bike at 5 am it’s always to music. Jones understands this relationship with rock that many like The FSS have. Why else would he have called his singles collection “Here To Save Your Soul”? To some the title may sound a little overwrought. To me at 5 am it sounds exactly right. I need the R and R and I need it bad. You ever try flying through the streets on a bike to Lady Ga Ga or whatever it is the kids today listen to? No. It’s gotta be the R and R. And of all the bands out right now the JJR are one of the most Rockin. It’s like Little Richard had a baby with Punk Rock (they even cover Good Golly Miss Molly and manage to not make it sound corny). When Jones screams and howls I scream back. I can’t help it.
Jones and co aren’t shy about burning houses down, operating heavy machinery like cement mixers, going nice and slow, or making double entendres about frogs turning into princes and/or boners growing in princesses hands (depending on your view of the world). And I’m not shy about saying how fucking great they and this singles collection are. Sorry no download code but it’s worth forgoing for the vinyl this time round.
Rock and Roll…For when your soul needs saving.
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Great review Todd!