Thrill Deluxe
S/T
By Lucky
(SugarBuzz Hollywood)
Band Photos By Jerry Fraizer
SugarBuzz Magazine
Thrill Deluxe is one of those self made rock machines in a world where more and more whiney ass bands get the brass ring, while real rockers get a tarnished deal that makes your neck green. You want something done, do it yourself. And it is just this do it yourself attitude that has propelled Thrill Deluxe to roar out of H.B.O.C. and steam roll all those that stand in the way. Sporting brass balls and brass knuckles, Thrill Deluxe delivers a one two knockout punch that put you to the mat.
Like a “on the loose” destructor machine “Horse Head” churns out the speaker with razor sharp precession. Staccato highs and soulful lows, dynamic tundra transcends. From the heart, Harlis Sweetwater lets you know instantly the real deal is upon you. This man knows the blues.
“Prison Is Freedom” is the ying and yang of no ties that bind. Not always what you think. The grass is greener. Catchy grab you intro, further enticed by Harlis encouraging you to “Come On”. Damn nice bass runs. Grow a root.
Damped chords that ring true, “Friends & Enemies” gives glimpse into Harlis’ stand up man approach, despite the recklessness. Southern rock without the fried may be on the menu. Definitely honky tonk approved.
Dedicated to a way too early passing, “Beautiful Still” is a haunting tale of fading to the abyss of the hereafter. Unconditional love, till the end of slow decay. A shattering experience. A must hear.
“Say It” puts the pressure on, perhaps a noncommittal. Thoughtful and deep, multiple listens shed the light. Churn and cry baby guitar adds the flavor. Solid.
Don’t mess with the Sweetwater, “Push Me” has a Temptations undercurrent with a bad ass bully of a chorus. A lethal combination of R&B and in your face spray. Super hold drive thump via Mr. Sykes. Don’t you love it when you know they are lying?
“Weeping Willow” has a semi familiar build up that gives the listener a welcome home type of feeling, then makes you feel glad you are digging something new. Battered heart and beautiful remorse, the same mistake won’t be made twice.
Ok, its funky soul down home goodness as the boys rip into the instant classic “Let the Music Roll On”. If you do not love this song from the first listen up, you are a fucking loser. Classic references to drinking, parties, 70’s funk and soul acts instigate the relate. This version (as there are two separate versions on the CD) features a guest slot from Warbux, whose good time infectious rap sends the love over the top. Pass the Jim Bean, cause the sun shines damn near every day!
Harlis bears his soul for all to see and hear in the staggering mature “Bent Back Soul”. Remorseful, reflective, the yearn for a do over; this song is the tale of a man whose life has followed the troubled trail that finally lead to change. Amends must adhere. Song writing is a craft, and this is the work of a master.
“That bitch is the shit” and so is this song. I played this song to a girl I know and her response was, “This song is nasty!” Damn right baby. “That Bitch” is an ode to drinking and fucking like it was meant to be. Brings out the bad boy in ya. Killer guitar grunts and groans like a good session should. Another love at first listen.
“Peel” carries the weight and powers the thrust. An undertow of monumental force, recon with it. Peel me back has connotations and concoctions. A pile driver class act. Pass on the restraint. In the pocket drill at no extra charge.
Summing up the scenario, “Weep No More” leaves you reflecting on the afterlife, stuck in the void, still aware but unable to interact. Perhaps the definition of hell indeed. Beautiful acoustic guitar work injects heavenly light from above. Angels descend as the devil dwells.
Concluding the CD is “Let the Music Roll On” sans Warbux and some slight studio differences. A little more stripped down as it were.
Go for this CD. You can thank me later.