The Maheekats—God has a Cadillac Too.
 
Recorded over a two-year period and across three changes of residence, this self-produced full length CD is consistent, strong, spirited, surprising, enlightening and an all-round joy for the soul. Stellar solid playing, simply blissful vocals, and melodies that transcendentally transport you to heretofore unimagined oases of inner peace. 
Here are the songs...
(1) go to God--Musically a Police-style reggae multi-layered cake iced with Cocteau Twins vocal flavors. 
(2) reading into stuff--A 6/8 swinging exploration into the inner workings of a world where “the knife cuts through the fog like a piece of cheesecake”. 
(3) job rob--Swirling, whirling guitar, rolling the rrr’s, very lightly reminiscent of Edie Brickell vocally.
(4) crown ballet--Contemplative laid back torch song of a darkly lit lounge. The bass guitar pulses throughout and helps your heart keep beating. 
(5) your face is your butt--With a title like this, what were you expecting? Right from the top, we’re in a rockin’ ride set up to upend our preconceived notions of comfort and disrupt our lackadaisical complacency. 
(6) velosity--Not a blues song in the traditional 12-bar form, however, this one overflows with a soul meditating on the depths and heights of human endeavors compassionately in a spacious atmosphere. 
(7) la noche--Tick tock goes the atomic life lock where “en la noche esta una lampara”. Follow this light through the tunnel’s end. No worries, it won’t blind you or misguide you. 
(8) stone--Moves from acoustic nodding to fuzzed out groovin’ head bob on a tight wire strung between a pair of orbiting space stations. 
(9) just passing through--Drifting and tumbling, rambling and enamoring, a well delivered seemingly effortless execution of an instant classic, a beautifully sung gem of a tune. Casey’s bass propels this smooth-sailing submarine down the highway of life. 
(10) mr. radio man--Sweet, baroque, acoustic piece where things seem as if they are not what they be. Could hear the mighty Stipe working out his pipes on a song such as this given that he's a kind of ‘mr. radio man’ and all. However, who needs Mike when we have the inimitable vocal prowess of Clarabell? Enough said. Try it, like it you will.

Super-strong and engaging, time and time again.  One for the ages indeed.
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love this cd..have favorites, your face is your butt, job rob, la noche, go to god..dug them all.  
so nice to hear real music from talented artists;refreshing.
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The Maheekats—God has a cadillac too.
Recorded over a two-year period and across three changes of residence, this self-produced full length CD is consistent, strong, spirited, surprising, enlightening and an all-round joy for the soul.  Stellar solid playing, simply blissful vocals, and melodies that transcendentally transport you to heretofore unimagined oases of inner peace.  Here are the songs...    

(1) go to God--
Musically a Police-style reggae multi-layered cake iced with Cocteau Twins vocal flavors.

(2) reading into stuff--
A 6/8 swinging exploration into the inner workings of a world where “the knife cuts through the fog like a piece of cheesecake”.  

(3) job rob--
Swirling, whirling guitar, rolling the rrr’s, very lightly reminiscent of Edie Brickell vocally. 

(4) crown ballet--
Contemplative laid back torch song of a darkly lit lounge.  The bass guitar pulses throughout and helps your heart keep beating.  

(5) your face is your butt--
With a title like this, what were you expecting?  Right from the top, we’re in a rockin’ ride set up to upend our preconceived notions of comfort and disrupt our lackadaisical complacency.  

(6) velosity--
Not a blues song in the traditional 12-bar form, however, this one overflows with a soul meditating on the depths and heights of human endeavors compassionately in a spacious atmosphere.

(7) la noche--
Tick tock goes the atomic life lock where “en la noche esta una lampara”.  Follow this light through the tunnel’s end.  No worries, it won’t blind you or misguide you.

(8) stone--
Moves from acoustic nodding to fuzzed out groovin’ head bob on a tight wire strung between a pair of orbiting space stations.  

(9) just passing through--
Drifting and tumbling, rambling and enamoring, a well delivered seemingly effortless execution of an instant classic, a beautifully sung gem of a tune.  Casey’s bass propels this smooth-sailing submarine down the highway of life.  

(10) mr. radio man--
Sweet, baroque, acoustic piece where things seem as if they are not what they be.  Could hear the mighty Stipe working out his pipes on a song such as this given that he's a kind of ‘mr. radio man’ and all.  However, who needs Mike when we have the inimitable vocal prowess of Clarabell?  
Enough said.  Try it, like it you will.
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