David Fiuczynski
Black Cherry Acid Lab


Jazz
CD, 9   Tracks, 30:03  Length
01 Step On My Shoes A David Fiuczynski 02:03
02 Llessurgy David Fiuczynski 02:08
03 Radio Is The Enemy David Fiuczynski 02:48
04 Bollocks David Fiuczynski 03:59
05 Bad Boy Mark Myrie 03:25
06 Shafta David Fiuczynski 03:24
07 Scrapecheese David Fiuczynski 03:37
08 Golden Rule David Fiuczynski 06:27
09 Step On My Shoes B David Fiuczynski 02:12
Music Details
Product Details
Packaging Jewel Case
Spars DDD
Sound Stereo
Musicians  &  Credits
Guitar David Fiuczynski
Vocals Ahmed Best
Vocals Dean Bowman
Vocals Sophia Ramos
Saxophone Mark Shim
Bass Patrice Blanchard
Drums Gene Lake
Drums Tobias Ralph
Drums Adrian Harpham
Producer David Fiuczynski
Engineer Christian Kelly
Personal Details
Index # 1116
Owner Dave
Tags Jazz-Rock, No Wave, Experimental, Post Rock, Funk Metal
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Notes
Recorded between 1996-1998, this mini-CD features more of Dave Fiuczynski's adrenaline charged, electric guitar wizardry. Yet, the not so good news -- perhaps for some of his ardent admirers -- relates to the inordinate doses of off-color rap featured on many of these works. Therefore, the band elicits the sounds and vibes of an angst-ridden urban metropolis throughout Black Cherry Acid Lab. Fiuczynski and co. meld funk, soul, blues, and hard rock with a crash-and-burn manifesto, amid some fiery and altogether complex time signatures. Fiuczynski and saxophonist Mark Shim execute roughly hewn unison lines to complement the singer's uptempo vocalism and raps. Other than the leader and bassist Patrice Blanchard, all the musicians featured here perform on selected tracks. Fiuczynski's mock-Gregorian chant signifies a playfully sacrilegious episode on the piece titled "Bollocks" -- where the band intertwines speed metal with tacky, funk grooves. Simply put, there's a lot of calamity and boisterous soloing here, but when viewed as an entity, this release fails to sustain repeated listens; due primarily the musicians' excessively hyper-approach, and the generally wearisome rap shtick. -- Glenn Astarita (allmusic.com)