The matted wig
has been replaced by a natty bowler, and the stick-on mustache has been lost to
the ages. More startlingly, that galaxy
of hairy, multicolor tattoos lies hidden beneath a sharp and sober suit. But
Robby Roadsteamer is still a rock and roll godhead, a barrel-chested power-ballad
belter with an ego as big as his machismo.
Nonetheless,
even he is a team player. So it is that his new record, I’ll Be at Your
Funeral, a concept album about “dinosaurs, the North Shore,
true love, and the original 8-bit Nintendo,” isn’t credited to Robby
Roadsteamer at all.
Rather, his
band’s name has been shortened — much in the way Jefferson Starship
became, simply, Starship
— to Roadsteamer. His band mates have returned the favor by adopting his
surname as their own.
Now they
are family. (Much like the Ramones, or Nelson.)
The record
is in
stores as of today, and its release will be celebrated
at the Paradise on Saturday night, with guests Campaign For Real Time, Fluttr Effect, and the Snowleopards.
Be there, or be a failure on three different levels.
LISTEN: "The Dinosaurs Are Coming"
LISTEN: "The North Shore Is Where You're Gonna Soar"
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