Jan 17, 2013

Single Review: Parmalee - Carolina


Failed rock band turned "country" band, Parmalee's first single "Musta Had a Good Time" sucked. That saved me having to waste any time writing about it because I had my doubts it would become a hit (though I did pick on it in graphic form). I can't say the same about "Carolina," so something must be said.

Parmalee may have thrown their hat into the country ring, but they are most certainly, not country. These words will echo previous ones said about Brantley Gilbert's "Kick It In the Sticks" and others of that rock ilk, but this song bears no resemblance to country music whatsoever. In fact, it barely even fits in with today's degraded country scene. Parmalee is Daughtry (the major label band with a Bleeding Cowboys logo, go figure). Not the country version of Daughtry, just Daughtry. Remember them? Chris Daughtry won American Idol (or was a runner up or something, but I don't care enough to Google) with a great set of pipes and proceeded to waste them on Nickelback-lite tripe. That's Parmalee. They even sound a helluva lot alike. Nothing changed except for the genre they're marketed for.

Why do I care? I care because "Carolina" is a catchy, decently-written pop-rock song that will almost certainly become a hit. Why haven't I given up on the contemporary scene altogether? Miranda, Chris Young, Zac Brown Band, Kacey Musgraves and a few others.... that's why. There's still some glimmer of hope shining through the dreck. Maybe it's just the dying embers of real country music smoldering in the pop downpour, but it's something to rest some hopefulness on.

If songs like "Carolina" become the norm, anything with the slightest twang (that isn't singing about the usual laundry list material) will have no chance gaining a foothold on the charts. I've said it before, but I might actually listen to country radio (even with bands like Parmalee and pop singers like Taylor Swift populating the mix) if the big umbrella of country was actually spread wide enough to cover the various forms of the genre like alt-country, Americana and traditional country. That's not happening. If anything, it's closing tighter...around anything that trumpets country in name only. And that's why something must be said.

"Carolina" itself isn't particularly awful, nor is it any good. It's an anthem about the singer hating to leave his woman at home when he's on tour and relating different aspects of her to the various places he does shows. It's moderately poetic, well-performed - as far as delivering from the script proficiently goes, sentimental and yet, miles from original. Sounds like a top 5 hit to me, but I hope not.



I realize there's nothing new under the sun, but couldn't Parmalee have let the daisies grow over Daughtry's career before hijacking his schtick? Is the pop-cred window of opportunity so quick to close that nobody hears this blatant theft? Are country radio listeners too young to even know who Daughtry is? Has anybody noticed that this same version of the song has been around for YEARS... from back when Parmalee were rockers instead of carpetbaggers?

I'll just end this wandering rant here before it starts to make any sense...

Rating (song only): C-
For its potential further damage to the term "country": F

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Jan 16, 2013

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Larry Lee the Primitive Baptist Reviews: Ray Wylie Hubbard's Letterman Appearance


I should have known this newest song/video Trailer had for me to review would be particularly nefarious since the video in question is filmed in New York City on the stage of that intern philandering David Letterman. Sin abounds! Trailer, does your conscience have no reins?

I won't even bother with scripture this time. You'll know quickly enough how closely Satan himself hides behind this work of art. And yet, the media allowed Mr. Ray Wylie Hubbard to preach his lifestyle across the airwaves. Should we be surprised?



Just look at this homeless-looking individual talking over the Devil's music in the background. And he's talking about what? Strippers and drinking establishments and whatnot. That's whatnot. Oh and it gets even better.

This Mr. Hubbard, if that is truly his name tells the sordid story of selling his father's car, without permission, for the money to buy a guitar ...on which to play these dirty stories. Sin is an endless cycle, my friends. An endless cycle that'll spin you off its wheel into hell when your time is done.

The last part of the song describes Ray Wylie's scandalous means of providing himself with female companionship at the end of one night at this sin-den where the women are stumbling-blocks and the men are brain-dead fools led around by their kickstand. I feel stained just having written to you about all this manner of vice and profligacy.

And yet again, as if all this degeneracy weren't enough to win him Hell's employee of the week without even working there yet, Mr. Hubbard has the gall to marry the underage door girl. Friends and saints, if Obama has fooled you into seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, just know that it is not a light, but the incandescent flickering of the flames of HELL. I advise those of you who soil your senses with this sickness to repent now. NOW I SAY TO YOU!!!!

F

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