EDWIN Edwin And The Pressure (Sony) Rating: NNN
Rating: NNN
Here comes Edwin with his sophomore solo release, Edwin And The Pressure. He’s a cheese grater singing about porn stars with cross tattoos and, in his own words, he’s “fucked again.” This CD has every established cliché about what naughty sexy rock should be. I can see early-90s strippers gyrating in neon G-strings and swinging around the pole to this stuff (“She’s a sex junkie! She’s a tough cookie!”), and there ain’t nuthin’ wrong with that. Edwin set out to make a “straight-ahead rock album,” and that’s precisely what he did. What with all those hybrids trying to out diversify each other out there, it’s refreshing to hear songs about superhoneys and Malibu sunsets sprinkled with broken hearts and fading stars. Living Colour and Robert Palmer get into some slithery dance-fuelled rock and get wasted. Why not?
