Dead Rider are up and rolling
again, and Crew Licks is the latest job. After the thousand days
and nights since Chills on Glass,
Dead Rider had to overcome the
creeping suggestion that they multitask
themselves to sleep - or to premature brain
death - whichever came first. Now they're
ready to get into their Rolling Stones suit
and thank you for letting them be themselves
again; to extrude rude grooves, shattered
r'n'b and/or hip hop and mother's blues in a
priapic triad, tripped-out and overlaid, shedding the old fresh in search of new flesh; a
gateway they've been dreaming of building in
their minds. If you're lacking for rhythm and
imagination in your everyday nine-to-five,
Dead Rider got the time for you.
Crew Licks is audio-verite pop music;
not created but lived, with parts of life on
the run reused to facilitate other parts. A
chimera, reflecting man in pieces; not whole
or fully animate. But beautiful...and useful
too. Just remember, kids-whether you take
five or take a powder, artistic achievement
and fun aren't mutually exclusive. And even
if you didn't invent the wheel - good for you
for putting on the spinner rims.
