Andrew W.K.'s I Get Wet

ISBN-13: 9781623567149 / Angielski / Miękka / 2014 / 176 str.

Phillip Crandall

Opis

"It's Time To Party," the first track off of I Get Wet, opens with a rapid-fire guitar line -- nothing fancy, just a couple crunchy power chords to acclimate the ears -- repeated twice before a booming bass drum joins in to provide a quarter-note countdown. A faint, swirling effect intensifies with each bass kick and, by the eighth one, the ears have prepped themselves for the metal mayhem they are about to receive. When it all drops, and the joyous onslaught of a hundred guitars is finally realized, you'll have to forgive your ears for being duped into a false sense of security, because it's that second intensified drop a few seconds later -- the one where yet more guitars manifest and Andrew W.K. slam-plants his vocal flag by screaming the song's titular line -- that really floods the brain with endorphins, serotonin, dopamine, and whatever else formulates invincibility.Polished to a bright overdubbed-to-oblivion sheen, the party-preaching I Get Wet didn't capture the zeitgeist of rock at the turn of the century; it captured the timelessness of youth, as energized, awesome, and unapologetically stupid as ever. With insights from friends and unprecedented help from the mythological maniac himself -- whose sermon and pop sensibilities continue to polarize -- this book chronicles the sound's evolution, uncovers the relevance of Steev Mike, and examines how Andrew W.K.'s inviting, inclusive lyrics create the ultimate shared experience between artist and audience.

Recenzje

Phillip Crandall's book about Andrew WK's I Get Wet has been one of my favourites from this wonderful series of books. Fans will love it, sure. But if you're like me, if you didn't quite get the fuss first time around, you'll not only find a funny, sad, fascinating story, you'll find great heart-on-(record)-sleeve writing. Simon Sweetman Blog On The Tracks

Spis treści

Introduction: INK1. JUICE2. SWEAT3. BLOOD4. CHAMPAGNEAfterword

O autorze

Phillip Crandall lives in South Florida and is a former editor for FHM Magazine. His freelance writing has appeared in ESPN The Magazine, Maxim, and whatever other publications at which his scattered friends have taken up shop.