ANOTHER LOOK AT GIUFFRIA!
Defending Giuffria is tricky business. If ever a group begged for critical disdain, there are the guys. For instance, their hair is long, long, long-much in the fashion of countless musicians/artists/outright bozos 'n' bores of the '70s.
ANOTHER LOOK AT GIUFFRIA!
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J. Kordosh
Defending Giuffria is tricky business. If ever a group begged for critical disdain, there are the guys. For instance, their
hair is long, long, long-much in the fashion of countless musicians/artists/outright bozos 'n' bores of the '70s. Musically, they straddle the now-attractive
fence between metal and AOR rock, threatening to create a Dylanesque body of work at about the same pace I'm taking on Shakespeare. As an almost inevitable bonus, they're
from Los Angeles, where-years ago-some musicians took a look around to see which way the wind blows. (In L.A. nowadays, it's not only the wind that blows.)
Finally, their keyboardist/songwriter/producer-Gregg Giuffria,
effort—is a former member of Angel. That’s band as in panned.
And so, with the advantage heavily favor of you, the reader, I begin to defend Giuffria. (Tangentially, I’ll mention that, an American—and I’m certain that the reader, share my pride in the magnificence of being an American—I’m pretty darned proud of an American hitting #26 on their debut album. bless us all.)