McRiprock’s Lonestar Shotgun SixPack Project
Nepotism is alive and well in this town, as the passing of the obligatory torch (read: column) represents. Although my cousin, Miss Riprock is a city slicker type that sips on exotic martinis, calls me and everyone else she knows “darling,” demands weekly manicures, wears heels that she terms “sky high” and dons tunes that are pressed and painted all fancy, I tend to be the exact opposite. Born and raised here in Texas I like my Lone Star, steer away from restaurants who’s names I cannot pronounce, and wear boots for most of the day and often times even while asleep. On a typical Saturday night, I slip on music that’s new to me and blare it from my porch consulting my pup, Dud.
I’m a no nonsense, laid-back type that will give your album a spin and give you my honest opinion (after consulting Dud) rated by how many beers I put back if I like your tracks enough to keep them playing loud enough to annoy my neighbors. My dad calls me boy, my cousin calls me darling, strangers call me Mr. McRiprock and my friends call me Hux or something derogatory that rhymes with it.
Let’s crack one open and see where we go from here. I’ll press play.
Here’s a quick taste. More to come soon.
Dan Dyer— Self-Titled: The man has pipes and picks up where Breedlove left off back in the day. A soulful, R/B, Latin-ish mix of pop-like rock infuses the inside while making you want to press replay to gather up all the different parts. A treat. 5 McRiprock’s
Topaz and Mudphonic— Music for Dorothy: The nitty and gritty doesn’t escape you, in fact, it haunts you on every track. Topaz and Mudphonic certainly excel at mixing good ol’ fashion swamp rock with precise guitar solos, harmonica, saxophone and Topaz’ voice making you at least tap you foot if not flat our dance. Not only does this album insist on stomping your boots on the porch, it also makes you listen hard to the intertwining of different sounds that they throw at you effortlessly. Pick it up. It’ll rock your boots off. 5.5 McRiprock’s