Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Maybe you knew that Will from TV’s Lost in Space was making blues-rock albums, and if so, may I suggest that you get some semblance of a life, because all that sort of knowledge does is make music writers jealous. For those who have lives but find this curiosity curious, yes, he’s at four albums of straight-up bar stuff now, and it’s ‘good’, if you consider your buddy’s basement-beer practice band ‘unacceptable’. Mumy’s stifled vocal sound is like Corey Feldman’s, if you’ve ever heard that stuff on Howard Stern’s show – it’s almost like he doesn’t want to be heard, everything in a gruff half-whisper. And so a prejudice is born: former TV stars need to take voice lessons, or at least put the verb ‘PROJECT’ on an endless loop in their iPods for a few days [eh?]. The music itself is fine, with some almost Ozzy-ish turns on his lead guitar (Mumy plays all the instruments, which in this case is actually something to brag about). Throwing the lyrics under a microscope reveals a few lines about a chick in purple boots the narrator has a boner for: are we talking about Judy, Penny, or Dr. Smith? (I couldn’t resist, Bill, if you’re reading this. Big fan.)
Grade: B
