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 Greetings, mortal. Jennifer here. Come. Have a look. Have a listen. I won't bite. Unless you ask. Are you ready for this? Vocals fighting between blues aggression and full falsetto. Big playful beats. Aggressive acoustic axe. Bass guitar boom. Are you ready for this? More of the "strange and sinful sentiment" that caught the ear of Albany's Metroland when our man Bry-Bry first began solo-acoustic gigging two short years ago. Sex and race and God and songwriting and art and the end of the world. Somehow even more strange and more sinful here on his CD debut. He's having angry sex with an unfaithful lover in the punk-funker Closer. He's giving props to Susan Faludi and Slash and Danny Partridge and seemingly everyone else in the stream of consciousness rock-rap of Six. He's kicking the music career fantasy like Walter Mitty while trapped in an elevator with a famous rock journalist in Interview. He's lamenting the deaths of young African-Americans in the alternately hopeful and hopeless blues/gospel of Cycle. He's the son-of-a-preacher man struggling with faith vs. lust vs. faith vs. lust in One-Four. He's conjuring images of Armageddon in a blistering read of Bob Dylan's Watchtower. He's contemplating sex and suicide and songwriting and self in the hip-hop rocker Smiling. And much much more. Six long days in December. The result is strange and sinful and radical and plastical and sexical. It is Radio Plastic Jennifer. Enjoy.
XOXO,
all stuff copyright 1999 bryan thomas & wt3 records
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