Bree: All American Girl – It’s only rock ‘n’ roll, and I f-ck!ng love it

I’ll skip the intro, about the brilliant sound engineering on the debut album by Bree: All American Girl.

I won’t even mention that David J. Castello is hitting those drums with sheer percussionist magic.

Somehow, I will attempt to forget that Bree is often playing a flying-V guitar, a visual I haven’t seen since the late 80’s.

Lastly, I’ll pretend I won’t be noticing Bree’s ultra-feminine 1950’s pinup looks, so that I’ll be focusing on the music 100%.

The Nashville sound is all there, mixed with Rock ‘n’ Roll, to close your eyes and immerse your very soul into; the rhythm, the emotion, the rhyme.

Maybe I’m an aging fool that longs to listen to some quality rock’n’roll, and fuck me, this is it: pure, unadulterated Rock you want to shake your ass to.

There are eleven tracks on that album, and each one is better than the other.

How is this possible?

Having downloaded the CD from Amazon, my stereo blaring in quadraphonic mode, I spent 40 minutes for a first uninterrupted run of the tracks.

Kicking it in, I’m the Boss, raises the dead with its three and half minutes of pure energy and tempo. This is the track to replay on a cloudy Monday afternoon and watch sunshine pour down on you, like golden bliss.

You Can’t Take the Heart Out Of Me is the ultimate love/break-up song, if only to re-unite you with your sweetheart. Grab your air guitar and strum away, swinging that imaginary big hair.

Forbidden Fruit rushes out like a comfy ride downtown on a Harley after midnight; your drunken stupor leaves light trails glaring past, as you finish off your bottle of whisky. Which brings us to the next track.

Whisky – The Big Daddy of the album, is oozing a passionate linger for booze, sex and rock and roll; and you’ll want more of the same, again and again and again.

Do You Wanna Love Me – Exposes the vulnerable side of rocker Bree, a pleasant ride on a slower music pattern. So grab your permanent squeeze and kiss her – oh so tight.

All American Girl – A true epic of a song, sporting harmonies that stand out there along with Joan Jett and her “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll” – only so much better. This is the Stars and Stripes personified as a Woman; love her, praise her and cherish her forever.

I Hope You’re Smiling – Sweet and unpretentious, a tune to swing your hips and clap your hands to, with a bass line that recoils from the ground up, keeping you off your feet.

Dance All Nite (With my Finger in the Air) – Pure mischief, a liquid crescendo of Bree’s crystal vocals, rocking it off through what feels like a fast car race, all night – while David rolls the drums. This song deserves its own movie!

Nothin’ But Trouble – Drums. Guitar. Feverish lyrics. Snapping fingers. I need a cigarette right now, and I don’t fucking smoke! ‘Cause this girl is nothin’ but trouble. Seriously.

Heart And Soul – A tribute to female dedication. Who doesn’t want a woman who loves a man’s heart *and* soul? A song to listen to before, during and after your most intimate moments. Orgasmic.

The album closes with Not Today – More aural candy from Bree that is uplifting and propelling. You *will* get off your feet with this one, at the next gathering or party. Just bring this album along, it’s a repeater.

So go get the album, damn it. It’s liquid, it’s gold, it’s pure – insanely crystal – rock ‘n’ roll.

And you will fucking love it.