Metamorphosis literally involves a caterpillar devouring parts of itself in order to be birthed into something more beautiful. This metaphor of metamorphosis is one that has been used to describe many an artist’s transformation from raw, earthy garage talent, into something palatable, homogenous, and radio ready... next stop pop stardom.
But what if the butterfly discovers it feels more at home in the earth, digging, digesting and describing the very essence of life, instead of flying high above the tree tops and blue skies of ready-made pop? What if the moth could return to worm? What if you could rewind metamorphosis and strip all the shine away and find that lost anthem of the soul? What if you could scrap the digital and return to the natural state of stripped down analog?
That is just what Jimmy DeTalente and the Electric Revival has done.
While all the members of the Revival have had major success in the deep crevices of every rock and roll club this side of the PCH, this is something new, but yet something seasoned with all those experiences and melodic hooks of past bands. Like the shaky hands and bourbon breath of the lost man fumbling his way through a first prayer, it’s a return to what always should have been.