The Grapes of Rock
Metal snobs and wine snobs have a lot in common.
They're both knowledgeable and both like stuff they'd never admit to in public. And both know one truth: if it ends in a vowel, it'll probably rock.
Pedroncelli? Aw, yeah! I used to love them back in '85! They had that logo with the lightning bolts in place of the letter l's and that big hair guitarist. You remember, right? Wine Metal gave them their third album an unprecedented 9.2 flamin' axes!
Now, some people got into the band with that so-called hit they did, "Three Vineyards." That's the one that got all the radio play. Sure, it had bright acidity, with aromas of currant, lavender and cocoa, and the caramel and licorice highlights made for a pretty good solo, but REAL "'Celli Bellys" (that's what we called ourselves) knew it was more "Invisible Touch" and less "Supper's Ready," you know? It was all right, but they could have taken up to five more years and made it amazing.
Naw, for my money, the 'Celli brought their a-game with "Mother Clone," a metal opera set in the year 2247. Raspberry leads and allspice in the back, and every taste had bing cherry and strawberry flavors. And don't forget the subtle black pepper work from the bass player. Although, I have to say, his solo album? Pffft. Too close to jazz. I mean, good for him for trying stuff and all, but that ain't metal.
Anyway, if you hear about Pedroncelli coming back through on some Monsters Of Wine tour, let me know, okay? I don't care which 6-pack it is, it's still gonna be a great show.
What? That's what you came to tell me? They ARE in town? BOTH line ups?
Dude. Duuuuude. Tell me you already bought us tickets.