Review: Tucker Jameson – Son of Superbia

artworks-000050954694-g0lkpe-t500x500Remember when The Cars released Move Like This in 2011? Despite being classic Cars in sound, the album came and went. The youthful exuberance of their earlier years was no longer believable after a 20-plus year hiatus. The death of Ben Orr in 2000 didn’t help, either.

Despite the heyday of the Boston band being before his time, Austin, Texas-based Tucker Jameson channels the same power-pop urgency and attitude of The Cars on his latest EP, Son of Superbia.

Growing up in the new digital age, Tucker and his backing band (Dalton Jackson – Vocals, Drums; Marshall Witte – Guitar; Austin Simmons – Bass; Chris Konte – Synth) charge through five songs in just over 17 minutes. With titles like “Get Your Own Fucking Life” and “Ritalin,” Son of Superbia is a product of its time while retaining the elements of what is now considered “classic rock.”

Digital, critical
Typical loss of tone
Tactical, cynical
Hitting too close to home

Given his age, the on-paper punk naiveté of such titles is forgiven once you hear the songs and the earnest sincerity behind the lyrics. This is no clearer than on the EP’s two “relationship” songs: standout track “Technological Warfare” with its bass bounce, and the closing ballad, “Nothin’ but Love.”

None of the above is to say Tucker Jameson is pillaging the wreckage of those having come before his time; he’s simply tweaked time-tested elements to fit his message. Said message is one worthy of your ears.

Purchase Son of Superbia via iTunes and stream the album below.

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