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By TK Burton | Music | January 15, 2009 |

Welcome to the first entry in a semi-regular series, “Lost and Found.” I’ll let Jez take it from here.

Mover2.jpgMover: Original Recipe

It has always baffled me when people say “Rock is dead.” In all of its history, it has truly never died; it goes underground for a while, changes, and then transforms into “new” sounds that aren’t that far from the original. I grew up in the 70s and 80s and appreciated all kinds of music on the radio at the time. I was in 5th grade when disco was at its peak, and I loved disco along with Boston and the other rock they would play on the radio.

Like most white male Americans, guitar-oriented music has always been my favorite, and there’s plenty of it out there. Therefore, it’s difficult for me to understand people who are stuck on classic rock and don’t choose to get into new music, even though it lines up perfectly with their favorite style.

The band Mover dropped their debut album, Original Recipe, back in 1997, when Alternative Rock radio was dying and the likes of Limp Bizkit and Korn were quite close to convincing even me that rock was dying. A friend of mine who shops for used CDs at Amoeba out in the Berkeley, California turned me onto this.

It only appears that Mover released this and another called The Only One. Mover is not the best band name to Google. I can find a million people to pack and move my shit, but nothing on the band, save this article from, of all places. Nothing on Youtube, I can only direct you to Amazon or to buy the CD after you hear some samples.

The albums starts out with the great, straightforward rock and roll of “Walter Street” and the description of what sounds like a great day to me, and in the last line, delivers the primary focus of this album:

The day was so nice for smoking up one with my friends
Drop the top on our car heading out on a trip to the end
We always play the sounds to make you feel just fine
But before you get yours, I gotta get mine

After a few listens of this album, I’m quite amazed by Eric Shea’s vocals, and the way he can transform how his voice sounds to fit the song. I would say there are three basic rocking styles on this album; the Rolling Stones/Faces sound on songs such as “Walter Street” and “Vulture”, mellow, 70s ballads like “Choyce” and “517 Blues”, and a couple of acoustic guitar shithouse blues tunes. Then there are a few that are a mix, “Heal Me” serving as the perfect example.

“Choyce” could have snuck in on the soundtracks of either Dazed and Confused or American Gangster: A cross between early-70s AM pop radio with a groove like a Bread or David Gates song similar to “Make It with You,” except Eric Shea doesn’t sound like a pussy. There’s a nice sense of unease with this one, as well, similar to Seals and Croft’s “Summer Breeze”.

“517 Blues” has a nice keyboard melody similar to Procol Harum’s “Whiter Shade of Pale”. It gives me a sweet feeling, possibly not unlike that time you were in the basement of your 13-year old best friend’s house during summer vacation and realized you had a crush on his 11th grade sister as Wing’s “A Little Luck” came over the single speaker wood-paneled radio. Just when you think the song’s over, it kicks in with another instrumental refrain, complete with a wah-pedal guitar solo.

The lyrics in the rockin’ tunes are some of the snottiest I’ve heard. In “Vulture”, the protagonist is “the kind of man with the master plan to get your woman.”

She thinks you’re pretty fine, but I’ll bet you she’ll be mine tonight
I’m the kind of man with the master plan to get your woman
And I will take your pride if you want to step outside and fight

The guitar solos here aren’t anything cathartic or amazing. Instead, they fit their respective songs and flow well. “Vulture” contains some of the finest lick trading I’ve heard since K.K. Downing and Glen Tipton traded salvos on Defenders of the Faith.

“Chump Change” is a shithouse blues tune complete with Eric Shea’s “bluesman” vocals, a harmonica, and beer bottles clinking in the background. You can almost smell the years of vomit soaked into the concrete floor.

If you’re stubborn about what you like, I understand. But rest assured, there will always be new music to come along to make you a believer in rock and roll again.

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Jez is not the one from Kajagoogoo, but you can move a little closer. He lives near the south shore of Lake Michigan and enjoys good beer alongside good music. You can check him out over at Fresh Beer Every Friday.

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