Grab a bottle of hand sanitizer, a towel, some bleach, a bar of soap, mouth wash, and for good measure get yourself a silver cross because today we are breaking down an album by MUDFOOT, and by the time we are done you will feel dirty.
Usually found singing for nickles around the liquor store on East 72nd and St. Clair, Mudfoot is a blues/rock band intent on drinking, smoking, and taking out the ladies…to drink and smoke. This seven song love affair with hard liquor and partying is a fun ride that takes you from the east side of Cleveland out to the mean streets of Chardon.
“Foxy Little Freak” is a smooth number perfect for a Billy Dee Williams movie from the 70’s. Think SNL’s Ladies Man meets Cleveland’s own Unified Culture. The Rapture observed on their last record that dancing has become a lost art form, but one listen to this tune and even the whitest dudes will find a little rhythm.
Though I don’t smoke myself I can’t help but wish “Smoke Every Day” was my theme song. Ultra cool, ultra catchy, and impossible to hear without getting the room to sing along. Funky guitars swerve over laid back percussion and a simple yet effective bass line. The lyrics may seem straightforward, but I think if you live in Mudfoot’s world you can understand that to live the life can be tough.
That tough life can be draining, thus Mudfoot breaks it down on “We Gonna Get Rocked”, an introspective number that philosophizes on the finer points of partying all night long, strong liquor, and the ultimate question, “Why am I here?” Laugh if you want, or pass this band off as a joke, but I dare you not to get hooked with lyrics like, “If you’re sitting all alone then you can drink with me. Just don’t bother me with your tales of misery.”
Parents, are you having trouble teaching your kids about drinking? Try track 6, “Cheap Ass Beer” before the kids at school tell your kids the wrong way to drink.
Closing out the disc is a straight blues track that is as universal to life as, say, “We Are The World”. Everyone can relate to the song’s message in one way or another. The thing that differentiates this track is the sleazy, thick, dirty, lead guitar line that leaves you searching for a bar of soap to clean off the residue. “You a cold-hearted woman, baby, and I think I’m ’bout freeze. If it wasn’t for this here whiskey I’d have your frostbites all over me”. It’s a memorable line from “Cold Hearted Woman” that welcomes all the lonely hearts and thirsty mouths to drink, slug, slam, and chug their drinks of choice.
The best part about the album? You can listen to the whole thing free at http://originalpranksta.com/mudfoot.php and I suggest you do ASAP.