I came. I saw. 17 of my friends broke the law. They could not be denied. Their last minute desire to see The Feed dominated during the winds and echoed the as sounds of sax, beer, & rock & roll lambasted the castle walls of GEORGE WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY and broke free to have a romp through a campus filled with tardy mis-educated upper class freaks. They all came in droves but nearly every last one was far too late. The Feed was scattered around and devoured by the few, the proud, and the very early who had by chance been out of class (skipping to arrive just in time.) In the early afternoon as yet another wild storm gathered, I sat under the lunacy of a desperately swinging tree as it fought an uphill battle with the building winds, and from this place I witnessed the birth of fame. As the wind ripped flags from flagpoles, and as drums were demanding that WILD red keyboards should sound like screaming guitars, as birds closed their wings and darted through the seventy-mile-per-hour sky like sure shot bullets fired by THE FEED, and as bass guitars morphed into sax crazed Lewinsky melting machines, and as one wild and long haired man's voice cut through the thick atmosphere of a building Midwest tornado, then leapt fanatically out over dancing fingers that drove a red pianoguitar music machine with a syncopated precision that surely induced the raucous and rebellion that later occurred, and secretly demanded in rock star code that all nearby women should discard bits of their clothing and brave the wind gusts for a chance at catching the eyes of one of the triad, one of the soon to be almighty, one of the future boys, one of Rock & Rolls own: The Feed.

 

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Ben Folds & Duncan Sheik also played very well.
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The sound that these guys produce is original.  They make it sound like more than a three piece.  You can't help but like it. They are fun lyrically, and with the instrumentals.  But the strongest asset to the disc is the presence of musical talent.  The drums are smart, the sax is turned into a guitar and surprisingly rips with energy and the keys can only be described as experience combined with in-born talent.
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From the first track, "Glueman", a catchy, bluesy, clap-your-hands number, to the last, "Shotgun", an in-your-face slammer, this debut release is very impressive...especially from a trio.  No guitars?  Who needs 'em

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