By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Nevertheless, even busted clocks yearning for hipness are right twice a day, and so it can be said that Bad Wizard's Sophisticated Mouth is good. It comes on like a hurricane, and even though the singer can't sing, his rasp is pure home entertainment. And then at the halfway point, Fat Bobby from Oneida enters the fray. His keys are angry and Jon Lord-esque, keeping the guitars hard at work holding up their end of the proceedings.
The effect is New Wave of British Heavy Metal by rednecks from New York who should probably be drinking beer out on Raging Slab's Pennsy farm. The last two songs are boogies, the ultimate being Uriah Heep's "Love Machine." And though I doubt the Bad Wizards were alive when it was first minted, they admirably fail to screw it up.
Bad Wizard play North Six December 17.