By Michael Toland
http://www.bigtakeover.com/reviews/lions-in-the-street-s-t-hand-to-mouth We’ve heard it a million times: rock & roll is dead. The idea of
using three or four chords to bash out feel-good riffola with lyrics
that commemorate sex, hard times, triumph and heartbreak is so passé it
makes skiffle seem revelatory. The pundits who endlessly push this
notion point to the charts for support – if the almost sublimely
derivative
JET is all we’ve got to prove the form’s vitality, we are indeed in deep tiger poop.
Real
music fans (i.e. the ones who will actually seek out the good stuff,
instead of just passively accepting what the radio and Hollywood song
placement execs tell them is worth hearing) know the death of rock
& roll has been highly exaggerated. It doesn’t take much scratching
at the surface of the music industry to reveal a plethora of
good-to-great rock & roll bands. It may be more of an underground
phenomenon in an age when hip-hop, electrodancepop and über-ironic
indie rock rule, but it’s there, it’s vital and it’s coming to your
town, baby.
Which brings us to LIONS IN THE STREET. A gang of rock & roll true believers in whose veins run powerful strains of the ROLLING STONES, the FACES, the FLYING BURRITO BROTHERS and CHUCK BERRY,
the Vancouver quartet lays down a supreme riff-rocking groove on its
self-titled debut album as if it has no choice. “Already Gone,”
“Shangri-La” and “Hey Hey Arlene” rip-roar with the skill of veterans
and the enthusiasm of teenagers. “Lady Blue” and “How Could I Be So
Blind” tear hearts from sleeves and lay them, still beating, at the
feet of the nearest maiden. “Truer Now” incorporates country music
without being remotely trendy or condescending about it. “You’re Gonna
Lose” blends in the blues without succumbing to blues rock clichés.
Recorded mostly live in a room, the tracks crackle with the kind of
energy you can only get from musicians actually interacting with each
other. There’s nothing self-consciously retro about Lions in the Street
– this is a groove and a sound that’s completely organic, played with
fire and conviction in the manner of young men who have no choice but
to rock it like they walk it.
There’s innovation and
there’s carrying on the tradition. The latter can be a refuge for lazy
artists who find it easier to simply ape the past, but in the hands of
the kind of desperate, passionate musicians like the boys in Lions in
the Street, it’s damn near revolution.