Review by Michael O'Donahue
Were you in a tavern in Lafayette, Indiana -- Izzy's
hometown -- and Izzy and his band were playing these songs while
you scarfed down your burger and chugged your Bud, it would be
a perfect little mid-west Americana moment. The playing is good,
the arrangements are tight and the whole vibe is relaxed and friendly,
which you wouldn't expect from an ex-Guns 'n Rose. But the album
itself just never quite takes off -- it's laid back, which is nice,
but it's laid back to the point sleepiness. Even "Memphis"
-- a Chuck Berry song -- sits there like a stoned-out ex rock star.
And if you can't pick it up with Chuck, drink some strong coffee.
Izzy's voice is a nasally but mellow bar-room drawl,
and he never quite comes to life. "Old Hat" is a perfect
fit, though -- it IS old hat, so why bother? (And boy, he sure
sounds like Mark Knopfler on it.) With a little pep, a little
zip, a little pizzazz, Izzy could have made up for his songwriting
deficiencies, but, as it is, the album never catches fire, never
jumps up and declares just why it exists. Neither crucial nor
First published in Drop-D Magazine on April 11, 1998
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