Take every bad rock cliche and give it to a guy whose cousin was the chief engineer at New York’s most successful recording studio, and you’ve got an overhyped bunch of NTACs
This band had some potential: a few Berklee grads, the drummer from Jonathan Richman’s Modern Lovers, and a songwriter full of pop hooks. But they fell short – really short. Message to radio program directors – if you stopped playing the Cars, nobody would care.
Not only were they horrible, cheesy, and everything that was badd (ha!) about early 90’s music, but these guys thought they were the sexiest, hottest things on the planet. And they just weren’t. At all.
Well, it’s actually a compilation entitled The Third Unheard (duh!), and sits as the most obscure in my CD collection. A hoot to listen to, and truly the best Hip-Hop to be recorded in CT during the early 1980’s. No, really.