Anyone reading this blog long enough knows I will passionately defend that looking cool and rocking and rolling go hand in hand. Nothing shrinks my boner faster than an awesome band full of dudes who look like they just got off work waiting tables.
Rock is theatrics and dramatics. It is pure escape, it is an art form literally raised in front of us on a stage that promises to elevate and amplify. Perhaps this is why I have a slight aversion to the illusion of intimacy acoustic sets provide. I want pomp and mystique; I wanna be able to tell the difference between the dude on stage and the dude taking door. I don't wanna actually know you--if you're getting over a cold, or if you worked really hard on your new record. I want the smoke and mirrors. I want the artistic lie. In short, I want a fucking rock show.
So imagine my pleasure when I stumbled across this little gem of a quote in Billboard from an A&R suit at Zomba on the recent Jive Records signing of a local Nashville band called HotChelleRae.
"This band has everything we were looking for. Great songs, great musicianship, a great work ethic, and, best of all, great haircuts."
First thought: should A&R dudes actually be allowed to speak? Has the naked careerism of the industry become so transparent that they're finally forgoing the whole, "Let's at least pretend we're looking to grow artists while we instead recruit Bop cover boys."
Second thought: I love many a band with great haircuts, but the contrivedness of it all should seem effortless. Again, the artistic lie. Make it seem like you're not trying too hard, but please secretly try really fucking hard. Just don't let us see it. I will never rule a band out automatically for their haircuts, but I will never rule them in, either.
So I checked it out and it sounds like exactly what you'd think: body rock. You know, Luna Halo meets AutoVaughn meets any band working that come-hither, dance-floor aesthetic that sounds like its aiming for the Gossip Girl soundtrack. Commercial. Likely to get some good licensing deals I suspect, God bless 'em.