Money Music by Dollar Store
Loaded with trans-fats, soaked in cheap hops, and good for you in that way you know ain't no damn good for you. Money Music
should be labeled "extra-greasy," which is to say, extra good, so keep
the sonic Wet-Naps handy, you’re gonna need them. The album was
recorded in two days and sounds like what the sessions were--four
musicians, thoroughly enjoying themselves, pushing tempos and volume
levels along the way. Thumbing their noses at self-obsessed bands who
spend months in the studio and enough dough to build a pyramid in order
to foist another polished dud upon the world, Dollar Store prove that rock n’ roll imbued with genuine energy and dynamism trumps indecision and overdubs every time.
Guitarist Tex Schmidt's leads (think of the ragged energy of the Replacements combined with Scotty Moore’s cool) and Waco Brother Alan Doughty's manic bass are anchored by Joe Camirillo (Hushdrops) hitting the drums with straight forward authority. The simple, effective set up of a good rock band. Vocally, "Deano" Schlabowske seems to have hit the sweet spot between his gruff beginnings in his noise-pop outfit Wreck and the more anarchic, roadhouse-informed style he adopted in the Waco Brothers.
In theme, Schlabowske's songs are a blurry stagger through a company town- a ghost utopia where the jobs have gone away, the drinks are too expensive and most are in debt up to their (blue) collars. Along the way he touches on music biz woes, the celebrity obsessed, scrap metal collection as a career and laments signing the "dotted line on the lost highway". Not exactly chipper stuff but, hey, have you looked out your window lately? But Deano and the gang paint hard times with a thick coat of joyous noise-–you can’t get too depressed.
In a music world where computers are used to sweeten every harmony, remove every noise, tune every note and sand down every rough edge, Money Music is, above all, real. You can hear, see and taste everything beautiful and ugly in their world. Enjoy in moderation. Or, better yet, skip the moderation.
(From Bloodshot Records)