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CD Reviews:  Review of Black Pearls by Eric Sardinas
 


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Eric Sardinas' third album is yet another example of why musicians who are masters of their instrument (that sounds kinda dirty) might do well not to write their own lyrics. As it is, Black Pearls aspires to follow the same path as other delta-rockers, even going so far as to recruit legendary producer Eddie Kramer. Unfortunately, the songs come off as insipid and dull, unoriginal and, at some spots, kind of embarrassing. The opening bluesy Stratocaster riffs of “Flames of Love” gives way to ridiculous lyrics. “I’ve got you burning, in your flames of love.” Huh? Does that mean you gave her an STD? 

During “Bittersweet,” a mean dobro moans while Sardinas croons, “I don’t like the way you play, I don’t like the way you play your cards.” Sure, the musicianship is great. Sardinas is a fantastic guitar player, be it on a tasty dobro-driven song, or a bluesy, Steve Ray Vaughn inspired solo. His playing shines on almost every track, and his vocal quality fits the songs well, moaning on tracks like “Liar’s Dice Blues.” It’s just a shame the lyrics sound like they were written by a 15-year-old kid in biology class who caught his girlfriend kissing some dude at lunch time. They don’t fit together, and what should have been a very enjoyable set of songs becomes tired fast.
 

~Joe Del Re 
jdelre@bullz-eye.com  

 

 


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