PERRY H. MATTHEWS: Self-titled: CD

I don’t like it when a band’s name can be mistaken for an individual’s name—it presents confusion into my record-filing system, which is the only thing in my life that is consistently orderly, stable, and reliable. It also fucks with my grammar, and I have a vested interest in such things. I may be showing my age through such unnecessary griping, and if that means I’m becoming a curmudgeon, so be it. Now then, this is a pretty good record. The sound is hard to define. I mean, it’s rockin’ and all, but not in the style of normal 4/4 tempo’d rock‘n’roll doodlings. This has more starts and stops, more changes in rhythm and melody, more off-kilter fillers than standard rock. All in all, it has an early- to mid-‘90s middle America sound (the band is from Omaha, after all) mixed with tantalizing bits of the arty and the experimental. I wasn’t sure about it at first, but now I can say that I like this record—Perry H. Matthews is one of those bands that you have to break in like a new pair of sneakers, but once broken in they feel real nice.

 –Eric Carlson (Doom Town)