Eugene, Oregon. Afternoon. Front porch. Exterior. Interior of porch. A deer is
meandering across the street, unafraid of the squirrel standing in a tree
close-by, poised to attack. Both animals’ ears twitch as “Teenage Boogie” by
Eugene rockabilly soldiers, The Double Deuce, blares from meager and
unimpressive laptop speakers. Taco salad consumed, let’s talk about The
Double Deuce.
The recently self-released, self-titled, four song
CD/EP is a new take on rockabilly standards. It starts as any album should,
with a song. A catchy song! The
aforementioned “Teenage Boogie” showcases lead singer and acoustic guitarist;
the man with two first names… Josh James’ smooth lead
vocals, Creeper Collin’s percussive
stand-up bass, guitarist Wolfman Koolaid’s seemingly effortless honky-tonk/rock
n roll leads, and drummer Aaron Carlson keeping everybody from derailing.
The next song, the poetically titled
“Thunderstorms and Neon signs” slows things down… about
4 beats per minute. Yeah, the momentum
never wanes throughout the EP. Picture yourself driving and crying down an
under travelled two lane highway in some bygone plasticene era and you’ve got
this song. All you’ve got is this song, and then you’re happy.
The next song, “Untamed Youth” picks it back up
with foot stompin’ guitar fucking style. Stops and stomps. Hmmm. Segue. “Ubangi
Stomp” sounds like Madness if they were a Rockabilly four-piece from the
Pacific Northwest. Interesting guitar
solos, Koolaid.
Four fun, cool songs fit for meticulous
preparation in anticipation of kicks and Libation inhalation on a Saturday
night. You know, looking in the mirror fixing your hair with your school photo
day comb and making sure your bandana is hanging from your pocket just right.
Listening to The Double Deuce from laptop speakers
was fitting. It was like an old mono record making us feel like a two-headed
RCA dog. Plugging headphones in confirmed our humanity and gave the songs a
whole other feel. I like listening to it
through the laptop, just sayin’.
A breeze, on a day that deserves it, blows the
lined pages of a notebook, directing our attention to the left. Oh, how
fitting, we’ll bookend this with the tales of neighborhood beasts. The Dear has
vamoosed, all that remains is the Squirrel, whom we have named Squizlaq©.
To order a CD for $3.OO PPD
Or to contact The Double Deuce
Also, check them out on Facebag at Facebook.com/doubledeucerockabilly
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