A Concept album in the key of prank (seriously, is there a better way to tackle this sort of enterprise?), Jim Mason and the Dreaded Bubbles is good, fun music about the most fruitful of all subjects: nothing at all. By this I mean, a rock record which chooses as its centre the own insular fantasy world of rock and roll, that one-dimensional mania which hides behind its noise and fury a big void: a resonance box for eloquent guffaws. Its little songs go from witty parody to delirious caricature. It’s a thing of loose, happy-go-lucky grace, handmade by a single man, his love of melody, and his wacked and wicked sense of humor. 
Musically, it inhabits the unlikely zone which stretches between acid rock and Nickelodeon music. It’s like Syd Barrett after the ship-wreck of madness, safely deposited by good fortune at some remote beach of pulverized sugar in which violence can only produce new colors and flavors, and all bodies under stress or duress merrily recover their basic shape after being slapped around, no matter how bad are the odds or hard are the punches. It sometimes sounds like “classic” rock, sometimes like an affable version of The Residents, seen perhaps through the prism of a happy childhood. Its main character is not Jim, but his pink machine gun, the true apotheosis of a rock star. There are singing squirrels goofing on helium and goof-balls, little caramel-coated convertibles cruising through the sunny streets of the absurd, nightmare helicopters, sirens, cross-fire, the destruction of a city, a game over, and… the ultimate anthem for outcasts of the rock-world, an album about not having a band in which to sing a song about dreaming about a band in which to play the no-band blues.

Absurd, splendid
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Ok this is straight up weird. The album opens with samples of children playing and then has vocals pitch bent to chipmunk-itude. A man almost about to hit the big 4-0, Jim Mason plays psychedelic music influenced by his zydeco background. Various eclectic sounds swirl about and give it a big whirlwind of lunacy. Fun but damn it’s hard to follow sometimes!
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Im no good at giving reviews, but i can say this.  Two songs into, One Eyed Jimmy Jive.  And I was at cdbaby buying my own copy.  After several listens, it has earned a spot right next to Joe's Garage in my CD collection.
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You would think jim had kids because of the lyrics, but jim is a kid at heart. I liked the music and lyrics. Having played music with Jim this is truely a 180 from what I've heard before. I LIKE IT!
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