DECEMBER 2008 ONLINE EDITORIALS

Cotton Soeterboek Band - Twisted

By Greta Cornett

I’m from the South and appreciate 80s rock just as much as anyone else. However, when listening to the Cotton Soeterboek Band’s Twisted, it was bad butt rock through and through. Nothing new was happening, they used the same old tired guitar riff over and over. The chord progression was pretty much never changing and I felt that I had listened to the same song for an hour. Summed up in one phrase, washed-up and boring.

The first two songs reminded me of the diarrhea cha cha we all knew in first grade. “If you’re running down to first and you feel something burst, diarrhea cha cha… when you’re headed to home and you feel something foam…” I kid you not, the chorus on both of these songs is straight up lifted from that. While I’m singing this song in my mind, singer Robert Soeterbroek says “Smell the Roses,” and I cannot stop laughing.

The album does progress slightly to a Boston feel and sometimes it almost sounds like they are imitating Alice in Chains and Oak Ridge Boys vocal harmonies. Throughout, there was a stiff, non-syncopated drumbeat, which had so little feeling, it could easily be a drum machine.
I’m unfamiliar with this band, but I did get a kick out of listening to this album. It was refreshing to be taken aback by something so outdated. Sometimes it was so bad, I wasn’t sure if they were going for maybe a spoof? There were no pictures, so I’m not sure if they wear spandex, but I’m guessing they use more hairspray than I do.