Band: She Eats Planets
When the company brass at yourband.info interrupted my chartered cruise of the Adriatic with an urgent request for a review of a band called She Eats Planets, I was upset. I had been stalking the Albanian coastline for months, in hot pursuit of an exclusive interview with original Mother’s Of Invention drummer, Jimmy Carl Black. I’d been chasing down a rumor that the mysterious percussionist, sometimes known as “Lonesome Cowboy Burt”, had been living in the area since having....
fled the US in the wake of all M.O.I. output being released on Ryko Disk—the precise details surrounding Black’s Expatriate-ship are somewhat convoluted and entirely fictional. I felt like I’d finally come to a moment of reckoning, having literally trapped Mr. Black in a corner at a local syrup exchange festival, when word came over the wire “Review needed now. She Eats Planets is toe-nailing the Burlesque circuit. Please advise.” You win this time Jimmy Carl Black! Next time, I will get that interview.
To name ones band “She Eats Planets” is a courageous move. The moniker conjures up a variety of images and possible assumptions in the mind of the perspective listener, which may or may not be misleading. Is the group, for example, working to capture the spirit of Emo-rockers turned one-hit- wonder pop unit, Jmmy Eat World? Are they trying to conjure up a Science Fiction mythology ala neo surf rockers, Man or Astro Man? Are they creating an underground more-myth-than-music legend along the lines of pre-pre-punk outfit, Rocket from the Tombs? The answer is no.
The lead-off sentence in the publicly available biography of this band is “Call them what you will but make no mistake about it, there's nothing cookie cutter about She Eats Planets.” So, okay perhaps I am wrong to find pop-culture reference points relating to the band’s name. This is something original, new, now, hip, snazzy…This band is going to offer me a real experience…screw you Jimmy Carl Black!
But wait, the first track in the collection of mp3s which had been compiled to introduce me to the band is a cover, “Heartbreaker” by Pat Benatar. In retrospect, perhaps it is not a bad idea. I am all for tribute payed to a true 80’s rocker who is, sadly, less and less aptly appreciated with the passage of time. Also, the song seems to work as an appropriate statement of purpose for this band called She Eats Planets. They are everything that one might expect from a group that would put out a competent but less-than-adventurous version of a Benatar classic. This is not a negative; more of todays rockers should be listening to Benatar, and this particular assemblage of rockers has done its homework. They make well-paced, energetic rock music and are fronted by a not-tone-deaf, attitudey
female vocalist. This track also provides me with a question that remains to be answered as I audition the remaining tracks: Is Sara Hart the right kind of singer to release my inner fantasy?
The answer is a qualified yes. It is refreshing to hear stripped-down, straight-ahead, aggressive rock n’ roll, with real guitar riffs and this band is able to provide just that. As stated above, they have done their homework, though this reviewer might suggest that they spend more time listening to bands like the Runaways and X and less time listening to their 90’s era forbearers: there is still some digging left to be done before they hit the root of what they are looking for.
These tracks have loads of potential. They are all…respectable. This band is probably a lot of fun live. But I’m looking for a stand-out track and am having a hard time finding one. There is another cover, a tongue-in-cheek (I hope) rendition of a song from The Little Mermaid…it’s nice. A stand-out? I don’t know. She Eats Planets is a band that knows how to play rock n’ roll, but one gets the feeling that they have yet to discover their own rock n’ roll, rock n’ roll that is worthy of their enigmatic name. The good news is that I am ready to hear more, the bad news is that I am not anxious to listen to these tracks again.
Now, Get ready, Jimmy Carl Black, I’m still on your trail.