SWAMPADELIC THUMP from The DC/Bawlmer area. 49 minutes to soothe the frustration of this modern life of sin ,disgust, patternless consuming,bewilderment and occasional cake.
This album features: BleeChild on Drums, Elijah Brayton on Bass, Alphonso"Hot " Coles on Percussion- With Guest Appearences by Gary Brown(of Bushmaster Blues) on Guitar, and Ele Edberg on Auxillary Percussion.
BEAT THE MONSTER- FEED HIM WINE AND SHOW HIM FIRE...
SWAMPADELIC HOUND DAWG- Review 8/27/09
In a previous life the entity now known as “MYSTR Treefrog” was comfortably perched high atop the Washington, D.C.-area rock and roll scene as guitarist-vocalist-musical consciousness guru for the omnipotent 80s-90s metal-funk band Shock Opera. Now, with the new millennium chugging along, “MTF” (as he is referred to by friends, followers, and all manner of fractious hippies who live for his artistic output) has taken to launching mind-altering sonic assaults on his adoring public, the latest of which is the high-octane, ten-selection CD: “Swampadelic Hound Dawg.”
In this offering, MTF (aided by, among others, Elijah Brayton on bass, Alphonso Coles on percussion and something called “BleeChild” on drums) churns out a procession of screaming slide guitar-driven pieces anchored by a bayou-bottom rhythm section and laced with vocals best-described as a cross between a growling Jim “Dandy” Mangrum and a southern-fried Iggy Pop. “Swampadelic Hound Dawg” barks up several instant Treefrog classics including the raucous opening hoe-down “Walkerdawg,” a Bob Dylan & “Brown Sugar”-influenced “Slow Shapes,” and the acoustically-framed and unabashedly infectious “My Babe’s a Mechanic.” But picking out favorites is not an option with this wondrous disc – on every track MTF and his co-conspirators doggedly deliver the goods and prove that when all is said and done it’s always hard-rockin’ music that really makes your tail wag.
But such blather fails to do this caboodle of searing swamp tunes justice. Strikingly original, daringly innovative, and undeniably ingenious, MTF remains one of the freshest and fiercest rock and roll artists on the American horizon today. Woofers and tweeters be damned – open your mind, crank the volume, and unleash “Swampadelic Hound Dawg” into your private world today.
Author, “Capitol Rock”
AND From THE BLUES BUNNY across the Pond in Scotland:
Swampadelic Hound Dawg
So what happens when the anger goes? That's the question I was asking as I listened to this album. Mystr Treefrog's last album "Bats Will Scatter" was an irresistible combination of swamp rock and precisely targeted rants. Now that the Bush Incarnate has been removed from the White House, surely there is nothing left for this angry young man to get all upset about.
That's true up to a point. This album is an altogether lighter, altogether less aggressive album that feels right at home next to a six pack of your favourite beer. Not that Mystr Treefrog has gone all soft and cuddly, of course, but he has gone a bit allegorical and become more of a storyteller than an orator. From cautionary tales of a life gone wrong ("Jefferson Nova and Kelly Chevette") through the Harry Chapin hits the road to nowhere ("Slow Shapes") to steamroller swamp blues ("God's Gift 2 Man"), there's no lack of variety on show. There are plenty of stories out there and telling them to an accompaniment of a rock solid groove is what Mystr Treefrog does.
Anyway, any album that starts with "…if Jesus had a dog, his name would be Spike" is never going to be entirely straightforward. Oh, and any album that features the demon guitar of Gary Bushmaster Brown is just fine with me.
You can get it from CD Baby.