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Ron Gallo: Heavy Meta

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Ron Gallo
Heavy Meta
(New West)
Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

Heavy? You bet. Meta? Absolutely.

You wonโ€™t hear any of the twang and strum of Americana on East Nashville by way of Philadelphiaโ€™s Ron Galloโ€™s debut for the eclectic, rootsy New West label. Instead, the ex-Toy Soldiers frontman digs into rollicking, glam/garage rock and roll, heavy on multiple guitar riffs and a roaring attack that spews confidence, making this sound like Galloโ€™s fifth album, not his first.

Despite most tracks being recorded in multiple locations, many in four different places, including one just called โ€œhome,โ€ each feels like a live first take. Gallo turns his vocal reverb up to 11ย as he charges through a lick-heavy set with an immediacy and intensity that blows out of the speakers like a combination of the Who, Mott the Hoople, T. Rex and, on โ€œCanโ€™t Stand You,โ€ an homage to John Lennon in his solo years.

Lyrically, Gallo is all over the place, railing against contemporary punks in the self-explanatory closing ballad โ€œAll the Punks are Domesticatedโ€ (โ€œAll the rock stars are behind the bar/ serving computers with acoustic guitars/ Itโ€™s a travestyโ€) and his own insecurity as a musician in the frazzled, high energy, mid-tempo rock of โ€œPoor Traits of the Artistโ€ (โ€œEvery single ugly day/ What am I trying to say?โ€). Heโ€™s also staunchly individualistic when he sings โ€œTrying to please everybody/ you just let everyone downโ€ in the just under a minute and a half pounding razzle-dazzle rawk of โ€œPlease Everybody.โ€

In Galloโ€™s world, a love song is relegated to the surprisingly sing-along chorus of โ€œPut the Kids to Bedโ€โ€™s โ€œWhen we were young we said one day/ you and I, weโ€™re gonna share a grave/ I didnโ€™t know itโ€™d come so soonโ€ as the guitars churn and the drums pound like the heart of a long-distance runner. He nicks a Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers strummy lope for โ€œDonโ€™t Mind the Lion,โ€ building the intensity with the expertise of a veteran rocker over the tuneโ€™s slow, five-minute burn until it explodes in shards of strangulated guitar. โ€œBlack Market Eyesโ€ starts off as a ballad and gradually ramps up into a whirlwind of distorted six-string noise, twisted by lyrics that start off with โ€œShe bought new eyes on the black market.โ€

Itโ€™s a swaggering, easy-to-digest introduction to an artist whose combination of committed vocals, sharp song construction and offbeat, often dark-edged concepts is as creative and snarky as the inspired tongue-in-cheek title of this impressive debut.