AGAVE: Radiates Your Head

Agave

Radiates Your Head

© 2007 Agave (837101412421)

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Agave's Radiates Your Head is a positively infectious record that marries varied styles of rock and reggae with old-school punk and latin overtones. It hits with intensity while simultaneously conjuring up the relaxed nuances of Southern California.

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The sonic onslaught known as Agave, comprised of members Rusty Bishop (guitars), Chris Flores (drums), J. Larry (bass) and Tony Goncalves (vocals), specializes in fancy notes, majestic melodies, and strategic rhythms full of pleasure and luxury. Yes. Luxury. Do you like luxury?

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  • Whooped Dat Ass!
    author: David Edwards

    The 'Radiates..." teaser intro got me feeling quite randy, and for the next hour I felt like was on a rendezvous at some off-the-grid Baja beach getting a rub-down from some cinnamon beauty who knows little English despite her 2 teenage years as a stripper in Del Mar. So many different music vibes melt into this collection of grooves. Yo, waitress - we'll be needing salt on those tequila shots. 'Drippin Bitches' is straight surfer porn funk fun with a little prostitute back-up vocals thrown in for spite. The Creedish guitar work that leads 'On Your Mind' is quickly blended into a 311 tilt, but Goncalves' melancholic howl takes the joint to another level, begging you to sing along with your ipod in the elevator even though four suits are also in there pretending to look at the floor numbers while they are really fantasizing about the skirt in the front (is that red ink peering above the peek-a-boo thong a sun?). If you like Aussies, and who doesn't, the didgeridoo on the aptly-named 'Walkabout' will score triple-word bonus points with you while transporting you into 'The Point'. By the way, if Agave isn't leaving an extra ticket at the window for Lee, Lifeson or Peart, they are just flat missing a fantastic opportunity. Slow down now - time to chill the fuck out for the Chateau Liberte riff on 'Blown Out Day'. Who brought the Cholula for the fish tacos? 'Huevos' and 'Salsipuedes' should certainly be in the next Robert Rodriguez flick - I can just hear them pouring from the jukebox in the background while Penelope Cruz strips down to her heels while simultaneously cleaning and loading a shotgun. Hey, over here, another round of añejo for me and the boys! 'Wake Up' does just that with its bright, shiny guitar work - nice work old Brown Dog! And what night isn't complete without a little reggae? 'Pulse' will have you whispering to the next brown-skin, soft-lips little honey you see - 'hey girl, I like your music, I'm sure I don't feel it like you do!' Our musical journey then opens up into a Waters-like tribal celebration on 'South Swell'. And then with the gentle touch of the title track, Agave opens the door of the van and rolls you out onto your front lawn where you drift off to sleep smelling like the ocean and pondering why you don't just go surfing everyday instead of sitting in your cubical pretending to be happy.

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