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High Life High Volume

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Download links and information about High Life High Volume by The Forty-Fives. This album was released in 2004 and it belongs to Rock, Alternative genres. It contains 11 tracks with total duration of 36:07 minutes.

Artist: The Forty-Fives
Release date: 2004
Genre: Rock, Alternative
Tracks: 11
Duration: 36:07
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Tracks

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No. Title Length
1. Who Do You Think You Are? 3:12
2. Go Ahead and Shout 2:56
3. Bad Reputation 2:34
4. Superpill 3:03
5. Backstage at Juanita's 2:05
6. Daddy Rolling Stone 3:23
7. Junkfood Heaven 3:42
8. Too Many Miles 4:36
9. Bicycle Thief 2:27
10. C'mon Now Love Me 3:48
11. Stop at Nothing 4:21

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High Life High Volume is an early vote-getter for Best Album Title of the Year. But it's also the Forty-Fives' strongest statement yet. Like that old Mono Men stuff, or any of the trashy garage types associated with Memphis' Shangri-La Records, the Forty-Fives carry their influences in a beer cozy holster. But on cuts like "Who Do You Think You Are?," "Bad Reputation," and "Junkfood Heaven," the Atlanta quartet put enough of themselves in there to make it a whole new drink. Bryan Malone's vocals are as gritty as ever, and Trey Tidwell's keys are a constant highlight. The band gets all soulful and broken mannish with the Stones-style "Too Many Miles" (nice horn section!), and tosses out a great, loosey-goosey instrumental with the sax and keys-flavored "Backstage at Juanita's." Recording High Life with Jim Diamond in Detroit gave them access to the city's rockers, with Dirtbomb Mick Collins contributing some harmonica and Siren Deanne Iovan in a brassy duet with Malone on "Daddy Rolling Stone." "C'mon Now Love Me" is your standard bottle-shattering-against-chicken-wire rave-up, and "Bicycle Thief" is a mildly country slide guitar workout. High Life High Volume won't change the world, but it'll get you through the week til the next Saturday night. It's a well-done, sonically varied album in a genre that too often sticks to what's drunk or unimaginative. Recommended.