For some folks rock ‘n’ roll is not just something one sells their soul to but the thing that reminds them they have a soul in the first place.
When plied with honest passion and a lascivious undertow, there’s no other music that stirs and stimulates with quite the same immediacy and potency as rock ‘n’ roll does. No one is flashing their goodies in jazz clubs because of a ripping piano solo, or pumping their fist like a Cro-Magnon who just took down a cave bear at a coffeehouse folk show.
Sure, rock can question assumptions or help one face the toughest challenges, but the best stuff usually contains a kernel of rebelliousness, a smidgen of wildness, a nug o’ danger. In an age where many approach rock as a costume and attitude to slip on & off with no more sincerity than a dime-store Halloween costume, there are still torchbearers for real rock ‘n’ roll, purveyors of something in a contiguous line with the foundational music of the 1950s, 60s & 70s.
It has become increasingly difficult for this sort of rock to get heard, vying for crumbs in an industry content to freeze the genre and regurgitate Zeppelin, Aerosmith, etc. rather than welcome and highlight the best of today. Dirty Impound is a living celebration of rock’s enduring power to sustain and delight.
We’ve got no end of love for what’s come before – and we will crow about it plenty – but we’re just as dedicated to sussing out the finest rock ‘n’ roll being made today. Oh, not necessarily what’s hitting the airwaves or moving units at Wal-Mart, but the stuff that’d bring a smile to Chuck Berry’s face or make Thin Lizzy’s Phil Lynott wanna rise from the earth just to get a piece of what a band is laying down.
Dirty Impound is a reaffirmation of rock’s broad church, the one that greedily scooped up reggae, soul and anything else that took its fancy and had its rugged way with them. Dirty Impound is a loud crier’s call for working bands out there pluggin’ away at chicken-wing bars and backroad lodges because they’re powerless to do otherwise. Dirty Impound is about being madly and totally in love with rock culture and the folks that make it.
Welcome, friends, to the show that never ends. We’re so glad you could attend. Come inside, come inside.