Wednesday, April 4, 2012
FAT BRUCE, 'GOT TO GET IT' b/w 'NEST IN A FALLEN TREE' (Brewtown, 197?)
Richard Hell's ex-girlfriend might well have been speaking about me and not Terry Ork in cautioning any and all who would listen to not make promises that they can't keep.
What did I every so recently declare vis-a-vis this blog's temporary direction?
ALL WISCONSIN ALL THE TIME UNTIL EASTER?
And what have I managed?
Quoth The Sleepers' Ricky Williams:
So...full confession in. I'm sorry.
Hopefully then this offering will soften the blow and encourage me - in the future - to lower the vaulting bar to more realistic heights and move my full digital expiation down the highway.
Though I lack any pictorial evidence to substantiate my claims, from the grooves on his lone single it's clear Fat Bruce was the Brat Champion of Brewtown boogie. Now, Bruce ain't husky, nor is he pleasantly plump or big-boned. Naw naw: Bruce is FAT, BABY!
Similar to the New Cactus or Rebel Band, this is retard waistband-expansion swill-mongering-by-numbers that shimmies and stomps along memorably, if not particularly stoutly (though don't tell that to Heavy 45s).
Not sure of the year, but likely mid-to-late-70s. I can imagine the first few rows of Fat Bruce performances being the hirsute sweat splash-zone when they cut into 'Got To Get It' while on 'Nest In A Fallen Tree' one can practically smell the mildewed carpet and Blazt B.O.. Unsure as well what Bruce is up to these days, but hopefully he's watching his cholesterol and triglyceride levels and leaving the cheese curds alone.
Also curious to know what projects producer BETH ENTERPRIZE is busying herself with too.
A decade earlier Bruce might have been Mitch Ryder; a decade later George Thorogood. Yet further proof (if at this time any was needed) that Homer Simpson was correct in his assertion that rock attained perfection in 1974 A.D.
So, I have said all that to say this: Chubby chasers and porky prime cutters rejoice, it's boogieing time!
'GOT TO GET IT'
'NEST IN A FALLEN TREE'