DAVE EDMUNDS & ROCKPILE: TROUBLE BOYS DESTROY U.S.
In the beginning, there was guitar, bass, and drums. The Lord plugged them in and behold! . . . The heavens were filled with the thunder of percussion and the howling snap of strings. It was a joyful noise that shook the world by its heels. The Lord heard the noise, and He knew it was good.
DAVE EDMUNDS & ROCKPILE: TROUBLE BOYS DESTROY U.S.
A Grateful World Rejoices
by
Rob Patterson
In the beginning, there was guitar, bass, and drums. The Lord plugged them in and behold! . . . The heavens were filled with the thunder of percussion and the howling snap of strings. It was a joyful noise that shook the world by its heels. The Lord heard the noise, and He knew it was good. He called it rock.
1975: the 25th year of the age of rock, and by any standards a musically turbulent and confusing year, one that reeks of future significance. And in that year, amidst punk, pop, disco, funk, fusion, fossilized country-rock, heavy metal still screeching and kicking its way to the grave; Devo, revo and whatever else cropped up on stage or vinyl clutching a guitar, Dave Edmunds was a modest man whose simple accomplishment might once again shake, rattle and roll the world. Dave Edmunds and Rockpile played rock 'n' roll.