The Jerks Win Again
sound like a Silkworm tribute band; surprising since these guys
have been around since 1991. Their fuzz-guitar stance borrows not
only from Silkworm, but Crazy Horse, D Jr., and The Kinks (but then
again, you could say Silkworm also borrows from those old war horses).
Maybe all these years Silkworm has been sponging off of Hendricks?
Listening to this is
a very odd experience indeed, if you, like me, are a huge Silkworm
fan. The deficits immediately rise to the top, and they're centered
around the lyrics. Because beneath Silkworm's gritty guitar fog
are painfully sobering words about drinking, love and longing that
stand out as pure genius (too bad so few people share my view of
the band or else Silkworm wouldn't be virtually unknown in my hometown
of Omaha, where it's impossible to get a promoter to book a Silkworm
gig). Not so with this stuff, mainly because the vocals are muddied
and lost in the mix and Hendricks is no Tim Midgett.
Even the guitar solos
are strangely Silkworm-esque. Listening to "I Think I Forgot
My Pants" and I'm transported back to last
year's Italian Platinum CD. At times, like on the true 13-plus
minute album closer "The Summer of Warm Beer," Hendricks'
guitar solos go the extra mile, channeling Dinosaur Jr. grit with
long, drawn-out Neil Young odysseys. It either comes off as noodling
or transcendent, depending on your point of view (I lean toward
Is this all that bad
to be mistaken for Silkworm? Could the two bands have converged
on the same spot by sheer serendipity? Well, anything's possible.
In the end, we're left with what's essentially a lost Silkworm album,
but without the pathos.
Posted Sept. 16, 2003.
Copyright © 2003 Tim McMahan. All rights reserved.
guitar solos go the extra mile, channeling Dinosaur Jr. grit
with long, drawn-out Neil Young odysseys."