tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849721211968716291.post9061024612434613943..comments2024-03-17T19:12:33.328-07:00Comments on Reason to Believe: What's Your Favorite Colour, Baby?Scott Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18305183871714612040noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849721211968716291.post-78915765336085424782012-04-20T20:18:58.942-07:002012-04-20T20:18:58.942-07:00Spot on. Reid's guitar prowess is just stunnin...Spot on. Reid's guitar prowess is just stunning. He's fluent in the kind of obscure modes and scales typically employed by only the most advanced jazz masters, yet his tone and approach are sheer rock and roll. And Calhoun's bass drum triplets are like listening to a dragon's heartbeat speed up before he devours you. The way Glover toys with the melody in the last chorus, then slows the lyrics down by half for the following chorus before kicking it into double time? The way the entire band plays with with the occasional compound time measures? <br /><br />I remember the first time I heard this song, I thought, wow...this is the band Van Halen desperately wishes they were. That wasn't true, of course—I'm pretty sure for much of their career VH has been the band VH has wanted to be. But this damn band, man: in their prime, if you were to place a lump of coal on stage in the middle of the four of them, by the end of the gig, it'd be a diamond; they're THAT tight.Scott Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18305183871714612040noreply@blogger.com