Welcome to Our World

CD Cover Frixion
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Review by Dorothy Parvaz


There's stuff you just shouldn't subject others to. You know this. That's why you wouldn't walk around belting that lounge version of "The Beautiful People" that you've been working on at the top of your lungs. You wouldn't cook that highly experimental and foul lentil stew only you can stomach for your dinner guests. And even if you were a member of a five-piece rock band called Frixion, you wouldn't unleash lyrics like "She walks into the room/ Moonlight in her eyes/ She talks as though she's dead/ Sister dressed in red" on to the unsuspecting local community.

Why not? Well, because. Because your lyrics, besides being totally meaningless ("Embrace the illusion/ Yeah, we're gonna feed the confusion/ Now we enter tunnel vision/ Can you feel the friction?" What the hell does this mean?) would sound utterly dismal because meter and rhyme seem to elude you for the most part. Because even your band's vocalist, "Alan," would sound like he's having a brutal time getting those words out without choking. Because your lumpy lyrics over drums that don't seem to change from song to song and glam-rock guitars (think of White Snake's ballads) would do too much damage to the already frail local music scene. And because, just imagine, someone you know might hear this stuff. Good God.

No, your five-song debut, Welcome to Our World, would be an embarrassing affair. Even your own PR people wouldn't be sure exactly what to make of you, and your press kit would read something like, "From what I gather from fans and friends, the type of music FRIXION plays is pretty much straight forward rock." All those years of making sure you were wearing clean underwear as you walked out the door would have been for naught. Your reputation would be shot.

But then again, you wouldn't be in a band called Frixion. You wouldn't make that kind of music, and even if you did, you sure as heck wouldn't turn it loose on the general public.

You just wouldn't. It would be too gauche and cruel.



First published in Drop-D Magazine on March 21, 1998

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