Music is inside all of us. It wondrous sounds make our souls sail off into uncharted dimensions of bliss. The lyrics and vocals that accompany it, takes us to yet another level, where we forget our own thoughts and even our own selves, if only for a few moments. Yes, music is one of the greatest treasures in life that everyone can enjoy, but not everyone can create it. Most try and most fail. Even more criticize, but have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. Then, there's a very select few who have written and performed a song that has made it onto the Billboard Top 40. Primitive Radio Gods have. Don't remember? Check out their song for "Phonebooth" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LKVZ4NTfUc Still don't remember? Could it be that you're so consumed with today's pop stars that you've permanently killed your appreciation for quality music? Do yourself a favor and forget all that. There's no way anyone will remember a single note from any of those shit songs. They will be long gone in a day or two and the Primitive Radio Gods will go on and continue to make timeless music.
Chris O'connor, Time Lauterio, and Luke McAuliffe have put their music out there for those who are willing to seek it. PRG don't plan on stopping despite their lack of recent commercial success. They have never needed the major labels or the millions of loose groupies or the attention of the ignorant masses. All they ever needed was music and the ability to create it without any restraints and it shows when they perform. For those of you who had your gigantic heads up the squeaky clean ass of pop music this past weekend, I will describe to you the miracle I witnessed at Camozzi's.
PRG put on a stellar, atmospheric performance. Luke McAuliffe warped our minds, 12 of us in all, with otherworldly sounds he extracted through his guitar. He made us feel as though we were drifting in space, watching as planet earth grew smaller and smaller till it finally vanished into the infinite void. Rubbing our glossy eyes, we gazed into the unknown, searching for our sustenance. He came into form. He didn't have the traditional rocker look to him. He looked as if he was a resident of Shandon, who's never really came to as big a city as Atascadero, which made it all the more surprising when he played. He was truly the embodiment of the saying, never judge a book by its cover. Chris O'Connor, the bassist/vocalist, who helped start the band back in the late 80s when they were known as the I-Rails, brought us back from space to Shandon to Atascadero to the bar down to the belly of emptiness. His seductive voice was all that we knew there. He was telling us to slow down and enjoy life, to embrace tragedy and triumph, to lose ourselves and follow his voice towards an unfathomable serenity . We did. Our bodies began to move with his bassline. We became possessed by it. Our hearts followed in rhythm to the beat of the drums played by Tim Lauterio. He took advantage of our weakened state. He was able to crawl inside us, inside our veins and open them up. He made sure there was no mistaking who was doing this to us. He made us feel as though we were contributing to the show, even if it was with just our collective pulse. His mellow playing closed out their set and when he hit the last cymbal, we all stood in a moment of despair and silence, wishing the music never stopped.I deeply regret you not being there. I'm ashamed for you and your bad taste in music, but there's still time to change. Do yourself a favor and kill off your contentment immediately. Drown it in the wonderful sounds of Primitive Radio Gods. They have a new album out entitled Out Alive. Get it. My favorite track is "Unglory." It captures what the band is all about, which is quality music laced with psychedelic elements, 80s new wave, 90s alternative, and how the band keeps evolving over the years. They are an inspiration for other local bands to pushing on and to keep creating for the love of music. I urge you to do the same and to forget about pop music for a day and let PRG take you to uncharted dimensions of bliss.
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