"Tamra Spivey has this smoky voice, you know you shouldnt trust her but you do anyway. The band has a no nonsense blue-collar get-the-rock done work ethic. Solid tunes like "Natural Selection" are built on Ronnie Pontiacs innately rich guitar lines and egged on by Spiveys urging, "2000 and its still too slow. Lets go, lets go lets go! Shake it off and get it on." Pontiac inserts some surf bending to secure the Americana status. I was worried when I saw the title "Pimpin," but this hilarious story has nothing to do with white boys with no street cred posturing in Adidas wear. Its similar to the paintwork of The Falls "Cruisers Creek" narrated by an oddly familiar crank-brained scheme.

Pontiac takes the vocals on "L.A. River", which wanders the banks of Unrest meets Britpop with drag queen Holly Woodlawn. Meaty guitars and flashflood drumming. "Bleed" has a dark surf feel and curl shooting vocal effects. Spivey sounds a bit like Romeo Voids Debra Iyall screaming, "Never trust a mammal that can bleed six days and live!" Textured fuzz and jazzy noodling on "Coyote" slow down the mood to a Durutti Column pace. ...The nasty hooks on!

"GKM" will get you laid quicker than tequila. Especially with bleached blonde strippers with camaro hair and camel toes. Spiveys enticing soliloquy will feed the imagination of those with no access to said strippers. Look for plenty of covers of this sleazy road tune."
Hybrid

"Does anyone out there remember Peter Laughner? He who loved rock and roll life so much that he exploded himself for it? He had this little band in Cleveland in the mid-70s when that town was at the bottom of the American urban shitheap called Rocket from the Tomb (not those wag the dog current neo-soul-cum-punk nosiemakers Rocket from the Crypt; although a pretty cool plus for playing on the name). The Tombs also had this cat Crocus Behemoth in the band. Behemoth was actually David Thomas - who took the Tombs and warped them into Pere Ubu who melted a queasy vision of the Velvet Underground into a noise war that begat one of the punk aesthetics finest moments.Laughner dissipated into the ether on a cloud of booze and dope. Ubu railed on.

Lucid Nation takes Ubus "Heart of Darkness" into their bosom and suffocate it as it was intended to be done. Its on a little disc I got in the mail with a handwritten title of "Unpoetic Rain" scribbled across it. Inside the jacket it explains the record as "Lucid Nation Live on KXLU". Fuck, I can hardly call it a record because the thing is really just this long, wild-eyed amphetamine howl at everything and everybody. Constantly building up, it breaks down the entire time. It is a strangely sexual (re: life filled) cacophony that undulates over and over again. The sleeve prattles on and on about Mingus, The Stooges, Patti Smith (all influences? Sanity?) likeminded folk. Friends. So they lock up in a radio studio and boil themselves into a trance. They record the whole thing, and if youre lucky youll maybe hear a little of it someday. If not, you can take my word for it, theyre still out there. The freaks, the manic rock addicted wild-ones, the ones who dont give a shit about the games to be played or the Wall Street blues. These are our people. we, theirs. Still."
Bangsheet

"Forget the phone bill, buy this at any cost!"

If there were to be a band to totally overthrow the rap metal/boy band scene to bring punk back to the forefront of the music world, tomorrow...I'd love that band to be Lucid Nation.

In the midst of a musical era where everything is about rage and testosterone, I found DNA to be a remarkable breath of fresh air. The whole album is about bringing rock and roll back to rock and roll; one bangingly fun jam session, where poetically surreal images ricochet in the quiver of Tamra Spivey's throaty vocals. There's a little bit of everything here. Tracks like Bleed are rife with the bluesy sounds of the desert - Natural Selection reverberates with jangly guitar that's angry enough to be my next empowerment anthem - and Pimpin is urgently self-deprecating; telling the story of a sellout with rolling drums and motor-mouth lyrics. I'm so excited about this band, I don't even know if my words could do them justice. So I'm just gonna say buy this record and keep your eyes propped open with toothpicks, because you just may be looking at the next big thing.
CoolGrrls

"Two parts Sonic Youth, one part Stone Roses, and one part Concrete Blonde. Lucid Nation's raw, Warhol-Factory-visits-Manchester sound is individual and driving. Expert production adds to the listenability, certainly. But their sophisticated music really speaks volumes, accenting well-crafted lyrics, well-managed feedback, and a soul that demands it won't be ignored. Cut to the chase. Don't waste time. You WILL love this band. Get off your ass and buy the CD."
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