It’s official – rock is dead. Here’s my story – I searched high and low for a new “rock” album to review and only found The Struts latest, Young & Dangerous, an album that at first seemed promising, but after a careful listen, I’ve decided you just can’t be as sweet as the Struts are in their track, "Somebody New," on a sophomore album and still actually consider yourself a rock star. Maybe later, when you’ve got a record named something like Highway Companion and are no longer “young” and your “danger” is diminished (if that can ever be said of a human being), you can indulge in sentiment and pining for lost loves. Not that you can’t be some kind of music star, but not rock. Rock and roll. Welcome to the age of the “rock-influenced” star.
Suggested Use: Rock is dead? Or just more domesticated? Perhaps. Try putting this on while doing something “domestic” like loading the dishwasher or making up the guestroom for Great Aunt Laura. Just as you find ways to cut the meatloaf to accommodate the extra setting for your kid’s new friend from across the street you’ll find yourself cutting songs out of this album in an effort to make it more truly “rock and roll.” If I may, I’d suggest keeping "Bulletproof Baby," "Tatler Magazine," and "I Do it So Well." But that’s just my story. Tell us yours.
Craig B is a thirty-something lover of books, movies, and rock and roll whose grandmother still worries that he might not be eating enough. (Love you, Grandma!) He lives with his charming wife in the small town of Berne, IN (in sight of the clock tower) where he busies himself keeping the Roses of Sharon in check and training his chinchilla in the ancient arts of the Ninja. Craig’s current favorite book is Buddenbrooks
by Thomas Mann.