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Fred "King Of Men" Blassie, veteran wrestler and all-around American legend, delivers a swinging neckbreaker's worth of musical entertainment brought to you by Mister Kitty's Found Sound!
I picked this up at Wax N Facts over Xmas down in Atlanta. Still the best record store in the city, jam packed with customers, and the clerk was impressed with the purchase, which is always a good sign. It's a red vinyl EP that comes with a paper Blassie mask for you to wear around the house or on the streets. I kinda miss the days when Rhino could come out with a goofy LP like this that would get a little attention in the media and a little airplay on the college radio. Everybody's too serious these days. Even the fakey rockabilly hipsters are too serious. Honestly, you see 'em at the junk shows, the toy shows, the nerd shows, everywhere; the guy is wearing Nic Cage's lizard skin jacket from WILD AT HEART, has his thinning hair all greased up, and his girlfriend is doing her best Bettie Page only with lots of tattoos, they both have ironic nerd glasses, and they're buying kitsch for their space-age bachelor pad. A real case of the trying too hards. Used to be you'd see somebody like that and they were cartoonists or painters or working musicians or they published gigantic clip-art zines; these days they do nothing but post links on Facebook and play video games at home by themselves.
Wow, I went off on a tangent there. Sorry. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, Fred Blassie.
I picked this up at Wax N Facts over Xmas down in Atlanta. Still the best record store in the city, jam packed with customers, and the clerk was impressed with the purchase, which is always a good sign. It's a red vinyl EP that comes with a paper Blassie mask for you to wear around the house or on the streets. I kinda miss the days when Rhino could come out with a goofy LP like this that would get a little attention in the media and a little airplay on the college radio. Everybody's too serious these days. Even the fakey rockabilly hipsters are too serious. Honestly, you see 'em at the junk shows, the toy shows, the nerd shows, everywhere; the guy is wearing Nic Cage's lizard skin jacket from WILD AT HEART, has his thinning hair all greased up, and his girlfriend is doing her best Bettie Page only with lots of tattoos, they both have ironic nerd glasses, and they're buying kitsch for their space-age bachelor pad. A real case of the trying too hards. Used to be you'd see somebody like that and they were cartoonists or painters or working musicians or they published gigantic clip-art zines; these days they do nothing but post links on Facebook and play video games at home by themselves.
Wow, I went off on a tangent there. Sorry. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, Fred Blassie.
