Yacht Rock consists of a bunch of early thirties losers who could not make it making music.....except emulating others' tunes and letting it all go to their heads. Their ability to attract douche bags is uncanny. This band has gotten sloppier and sloppier and completely ran away from their original paradigm of making a joke out of playing old AM gold tunes.
This arrogant outfit, which resembles an aging slow-pitch softball team, gets the occasional musician's dick hard with their loyalty to the songs they cover and their (as Pat Bateman would say) "consummate professionalism", but the ultra ego that the band embodies that would make Freud blush is enough to turn away even the most devout smooth music lover.
Grow up guys. Or better yet, grow down--to Earth. You play covers. You play them well. Idiotic dumb bitches go nuts and jump around. You cheat on your wives with them. That V-juice feels great. Douche bags worship you. Every Thursday at the Ten High is Halloween where people who have never so much as touched a guitar dance off-rhythm while wearing Captain Ron gear so they can hover over the ass meat you hope to slap after the double set.
Best Local Overall Music Act? My ass.
As Brad Pitt's character in "Seven" stated to John Doe: "You're a fucking T-shirt." By the way, Gina is the bomb. Her work is great with the shirts.
To musicians in town, you're a hyperbolic joke, and a waste of talent. Yes, the douches pay your bills. But, true musicians love you. You guys cover it right. Spot on. But, any true creator (dare I say artist) obsesses himself with creation and originality. You guys are doing nothing new.
It is so sad that a group of talented musicians that participated in such a pleasing original band defaulted towards a gimmick.
Sail away, and may you all grow old amongst the smoky infiltration of Marlboro Lights, the stench of sour spilled alcohol, and the belly fat of Coronas.
I guess Creative Loafing has it right when they deem Yacht Rock the "Best Overall Musical Act".
The most devastating part about it all?
That's all Yacht Rock is: a sad, sad, theatric performance:
A pathetic act indeed.
Creative Loafing Atlanta
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