Rock City Angels | Southern Vision: Lost Recordings from 1989 to 1992, Vol. 2

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Southern Vision: Lost Recordings from 1989 to 1992, Vol. 2

by Rock City Angels

Blues-based rock with a touch of soul and a punk rock attitude.
Genre: Rock: Hard Rock
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1. Going Fast Slow
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2. Southern Vision
2:57 $0.99
3. Lower East Side
4:02 $0.99
4. I Confess
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5. All Our Tomorrows
4:01 $0.99
6. Lost Generation
3:37 $0.99
7. Dark End of the Street
4:29 $0.99
8. Saving Grace
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9. Halfway to Heaven
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10. Take Me
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11. The World of Today
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12. New Hope for the Dead
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Album Notes
I’ll tell ya why the Durango Kid should have been a big star.

He was the kind of born entertainer who could just effortlessly connect to all kinds of people. Like his fellow native Floridian Tom Petty, who could sell new wave, power-pop, politically astute sixties protest music, or tear-jerk break-up songs to rednecks, soldiers, and secretaries, Durango spoke the language of the common people.

He could sell a downtrodden, drop-out, crusty-punk rock song to a misguided Joe the Plumber, tea-party, “Tool Time” type, who somehow really believes he’ll sponge up some rich person’s power, vicariously, by just randomly, blindly, sucking-up to authority. He could sell a truck-stop hillbilly ballad to a black clad anarchist who’s furious with Wall Street and the whole ongoing Evil Dick police state. He just had that Elvis appeal.

The hawks loved him, the doves loved him. He was a boss entertainer and he could dance a little, kind of like a cross between Mellencamp and Tyler. He understood the authentic rock ‘n’ roll subculture. He could identify with the evicted, the addicted, the downsized and ripped-off. He never sold his soul. He was a good songwriter, and in spite of a long and storied past you could tell he really loved rock ‘n’ roll. He wasn’t just tryin’ to make-a-buck and get over on anybody.

He still cared about other people. He worked hard to stimulate, entertain, educate, and console his fan base. He put his heart into the music, the live shows, even into the D.I.Y. band promotion. He had sincerity, as Iggy Pop once sang.

You can tell Bobby was into noir, grubby fiction, true crime, and the shattered romance of the no longer so beautiful, and the dispossessed. He found the nobility, the dignity, of the drinking classes. He was a glammy punk rocker, but with an empathetic, observant, hard country soul.

Jason and The Scorchers? Meet The Joneses. Bukowski, Black Flag, William S. Burroughs, James Ellroy, the Rolling Stones ... he poured it all into his catchy, lyrical songs that have substance, craft, and commercial accessibility. As nasty as Fat Nancy or Circus Of Power, as elegant and bluesy as the Quireboys or The Black Crowes.

Hear it, at once, if you still love rock ‘n’ roll. You’ll be testifying, just like me. We DESERVE
rock ‘n’ roll to be this good.

Pepsi Sheen
Sleazegrinder Magazine



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