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I recently let it be known to a group of friends that I was in yearning to discover some fresh New York-based electro/country/clash music. Upon learning of this desire, a kind-hearted friend turned me onto a small NYC outfit known “The Dustballs”.
And speaking of “balls”…this album totally blew mine away.
From the opening of their only known studio effort “The B Stands for Crazy”, the two-person sound factory tears through the curtain of commonplace musical society and steps upon the stairs to declare themselves a rising voice in the realitivly small field of musical influence.
Whats really impressive about listening to the Dustballs is that you can really tell that they are writing these songs because they want to. Some bands try to make music that SOUNDS authentic, but the Dustballs actually deliver. They are not trying to cater to anyone but themselves and that leaves the music refreshing and honest. A deep and introspective look into the minds of two creative dynamos.
The biggest fault that I can find with this record is in it’s length, or more accurately, lack thereof. The record feels like it is just really beginning to get into the swing of things when all of a sudden, it is over. And much too soon. But you can’t fault the Dustballs for this approach. With both members of the group being artists, they fully understand the importance to leaving your audience craving more.
A 6-song E.P. “The Dustballs” picks up nearly 32 years after Peter Frampton’s “Frampton Comes Alive” left off in terms of creating cutting-edge musical energy. Whether they are discussing the antics of a cowgirl shakin’ her thang on New York transit’s J-line or the exciting adventures of our songstress Shauna Lane in her quest for a pair of swollen members (not one but TWO), “The B Stands for Crazy” stands out as the perfect addition to your music library.
Highly Recommended.
