If we can’t sell YF on the best boxed set ever, perhaps we can sell him on this CD, sure to make even the strongest eardrums bleed red. Steve Morse (the longstanding Boston Globe rock critic, no less) gives Bronson Arroyo’s debut a thumbs up, here.
Track 7 seems to sum up the RSN experience.
Love that Dirty Water…
what i love is that both bronson and i got into rock in the early 90’s, and we have very similar tastes in music.
What I love, is that Bronson is not Jared Wright.
The kid can pitch, sing, had a killer set of cornrows for a while, and has Saturn balls. Really, is there anything he can’t do?
he can’t sing. I’m just going to put that out there even if some of you really love such gods of rock as Creed.
I’m with Brad on this one. If I were born in Mass and was a Red Sox fan, I’d take a lot of comfort in the fact that Bronson is not Wright and at a quarter the price.
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