With blues riffs and wedding day danceability, Two Faces West are gritty, dirty, and without a doubt a force to be reckoned with. Ain’t Got A Clue is a straightforward “my day is going bad” breakdown… cops on your ass and your boss up your cheeks incendiary pentatonic feel good. In short, I like it.
If you took late guitar God Stevie Ray Vaughn and doubled-dipped his soul in a slaw of Bruno Mars, add a dab of southern fried Black Keys rock-ability, you’d quickly find yourself shaking your head for the entire twelve tracks Postcards From Lonely Places delivers so successfully.
Take a listen to “Ain’t Got A Clue” and let us know your thoughts in the comments below!
“The title of the album reflects one general theme: Stories of American lives and the daily grind of life experienced, in all its glories and defeats, tragedies and triumphs. Many of the songs are based on true events, such as Moonshiners, about the secret lives of two brothers on the Eastern plains of Colorado, and the story of the Columbine Mine Massacre in 1927 that took place in the West Boulder Highlands from the perspective of one of the miners that was killed” – Two Faces West
I like that they spotlight this song, because to me, “Moonshiners” is like a bluesy version of Audioslave. The riffs? Immaculate. That drum bass combo? A shotgun to the face. And the story just makes it twice as thrilling. The solo midway through the track is definitely the highlight, but like Muddy Waters, Albert King, SRV, and uhhhhh, even fucking ZZ Top, these guys are unapologetically themselves, melody and lyrics included. That is something to be adored, not just admired, nowadays.
So if you want to listen to music that makes you think “damn, I wish I could play like them,” throw these guys on. The bass on Late Night is as tremendous as the staggering repetition of pentatonic totality Two Faces West dish out so frequently. While its true many of these songs sound the same, they contain a multitude of golden Ted Nugent ‘n’ Frampton-spiced nuggets. You want some fries with these grooves? The sauce is homemade (and on the house).
if you love blues rock, stop reading this review and go listen to this near hour long album. Frankly, the final track should be on one of those summer Rolling Stone lists of “songs you should listen to.” If only they still covered underground music… ah well.
