Here is what Tom Hallet of Round the DIal had to say about the disc:
Tuesday’s Robot Self-Titled 2006 Self-Released
If the band’s name, the monikers of the two members (Robot and Android), and the bizarre, nihilistic album cover don’t tip y [+]Here is what Tom Hallet of Round the DIal had to say about the disc:
Tuesday’s Robot Self-Titled 2006 Self-Released
If the band’s name, the monikers of the two members (Robot and Android), and the bizarre, nihilistic album cover don’t tip ya off that these local guys might be a bit off the beaten path (musically speaking, of course, yuk yuk yuk), then the liner notes revealing that it was “produced by Grain Belt Premium” might seal the deal. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, you understand. If ACTUAL robots pretending to be human (y’know my faves to pick on, the Britneys, Whitneys and Shanias of the world) can do their thing, why can’t a couple of red-blooded, fucked-up, wild-eyed humans pretend to be robots and androids? AHHHGGHH!! It’s sometimes all too much to bear … must … get … to … stereo … turn tunes up … LOUD!!
Ahhh … that’s better, eh? Now I can’t hear anything but the dulcet strains of Tuesday’s Robot and the comforting crackle of my about-to-shit-out-on-me left speaker. I feel at home, even if the walls of this particular waiting room are a bit sterile and cold at first contact. Ohhh! THAT’S why the band wanted to have “Another Cup Of Tea ...” Throw in some Xanax an’ a few mg’s of opiates an’ you’ve got a deal, Lucille. What’s your aura, Dora? Oops, gettin’ off track again, gonna start the lead cut over …
“Another Cup Of Tea” is an in-your-face, no-bullshit love ditty, Robot comin’ off like ‘65-era Dylan with a few guarded Roger McGuinn-isms and more than a spoonful of glittery ‘70s pop attitude thrown in for good measure. Bottom line, it’s a catchy, powerful intro to an album that I really, really, really wanted to hate at first sight. Nothing personal, I was just afeared that ol’ humor schtick was fixin’ to wallop me over the head again … no worries, Robot and Android may have overactive imaginations when it comes to presenting their work, but that work is viable, professional, REAL, and more human than human.
“And Then There Was Ruth,” my personal fave, is a spine-tingling, goose-flesh-inducing wamma-jamma of a love song, fired by Grain Belt an’ held together loosely by spit, rust and scabs torn from heart-shaped chest wounds. “Constitution Blues” lives up to the innuendo in its name, in every possible way, right down
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