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Once in a while a record will come randomly into your life that just makes sense with you and what you are going through at that particular moment in time. Like a puzzle it connects together all your feelings and thoughts. The music and the melody begin to create your personal soundtrack that you always hear in the back of your mind. It's the kind of music that when you hear it again it will guarantee a crazy taste of nostalgia.

I stumbled onto such a record a few weeks ago that struck such a chord with what I'm going through and it was the perfect music to describe what I'm feeling. You reach me in a time of my life where best friends hate you for choices wrong choices and girls that make sense on paper are blown off without a second thought upsetting hopeful and loving parents. A time where you see the one's that got away from you, in love with individuals who potentially have a brighter future full of security. I hate to report many nights of, "what if's" and "what gives". The hits just keep on coming like a prizefight and you can't seem to make anyone happy with the stunts that you pull. That perfect soundtrack could not have come at a better time to explain my current situation.

We found ourselves at Tower Records doing some CD shopping with a couple of lovely ladies after a dinner of sushi. I happened to be quietly listening to the new cd's on display when SLINKY picked up a copy of Hot Rod Circuit and kind of chuckled as he read the cover and looked at me on the other side of the isle. Just based on the cover alone he knew I would be amused. It presented an obvious concerned girl in the bathroom with the ever so perfect title, "Sorry about Tomorrow." It's always good to not judge a book by its cover but this is the music industry where we can get away with cow utters being pierced and retched bloody noses. The cover made sense to me, and the title seemed to be the inherited theme of my life. I wish the words, "Sorry about tomorrow" wasn't the way I've lived my life for the last few months, but unfortunately it had been.

I sampled the record at the convenient listening station at Tower Records and was immediately taken by the bands immediate hooks and melodies. The songs have an upbeat rhythm with that perfect subtle underlining strand of motivation underneath them. The record starts with an addicting choppy melody, "The Pharmacist" that rings true with lyrics such as, "I wash my hands of you, getting on my life." This indie-rock album from Hot Rod Circuit is their 3rd full-length release. The band is comprised of Andy Jackson, Casey Prestwood, Jay Russell and Mike Poorman. Everything came together for Hot Rod Circuit when they formed in Auburn, Alabama in 1997. The band after forming and developing a strong following renamed themselves and moved to Connecticut to relieve themselves of the mullets and the truckers of the Midwest. They are currently signed on the Indie Giant, Vagrant Records that house bands such as Saves the Day, and Dashboard Confessional. Which, by just mentioning Dashboard I will be punched in the face at later time.

The record overall carries great beats and rhythm the entire way through. The songs contain catchy lyrics that the listener can relate to on any level. My personal favorite on the album is, "Cool for one night," which pounds lyrics such as, "I live my life with no regrets, regardless of circumstance." Melodic and entertaining Hot Rod Circuit has pulled a great record for the masses to enjoy. Knowing this CD was the perfect prescription for my daily woes I decided to make the purchase understanding that as a starving student I would have to skip a couple of meals to make up the difference. Fortunately, I'm a music enthusiast and such purchases are just assumed in life and I also know that Carl's Jr. and their 99 cent menu will save the day.


hot rod circuit - "the pharmacist" mp3.
hot rod circuit - "cool for one night" mp3.
hot rod circuit - "radiation suit" mp3.

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