- 10/20/99
Greaseballs
A blast from Chicago's surf past; the Greaseballs' all-instrumentals do more than ape Dick Dale.
The good thing about doing all instrumentals is that you can think up goofy titles
without writing lyrics. The Greaseballs take full advantage of this on their new record,
"Wake Up & Smell The Greaseballs" (Pug). I'm sure they had a good time naming these
songs ("Sci-Fi & the Moonburners"), and since they were attached to good songs, it's
all the better. The Greaseballs' previous lease on life was in the mid- to late-eighties,
as the "other" instrumental surf-rockin' band in town (besides Spies Who Surf). Somehow
they didn't last quite as long as Spies, and probably drew about half the same audience,
but those who knew, knew--their name continued to be invoked from time to time.
There was a very successful reunion gig about four or five years ago at Schubas, and
they've come back for a full-length CD and another reunion show. Not only do they have
the chops, but they also have the rock 'n' roll pedigree. Theresa Drda has apparently
replaced Mia Park (now with the Baltimores) as THE local rockabilly drummer of note,
laying down the big beat with several bands through the years (most notably the
Honeybees). Lead guitarist Bill Bulinski is a former member of sixties' Minnesota
maulers, the Electras, who are renowned for their classic garage sides (but who
started out, pre-Beatles, as an all-instrumental combo).
The disc itself is a remarkably varied affair. The first two songs ("Sci-Fi," "Ride
The Texas Surf") are the standard Dick Dale "stuttering guitar" knockoffs, not bad
for what they're worth, but from there, the band sets its sights higher. "Triller"
boasts some nice country-style pickin', and "Hoboken Hustle" sounds like Creedence
(or Southern Culture on the Skids minus the gags). Rhythm guitarist Manny Guevara
even breaks out with the National lap steel on a couple of cuts. The band, along with
Patrick Halliwell, did a good job with the production, sounding clean but not slick
(especially the drums). If you've heard Billy Flynn's recent non- vocal experiments,
you might as well pick up on the Greaseballs.
James Porter, New City Chicago
"Wake Up And Smell The Greaseballs"
(Pug Records) 3 stars
As usual, surf music rides a series of waves. The fact that the genre is on a down
cycle doesn't mean that bands cease making good music, and the Chicago-based Greaseballs
are a case in point. Surf is difficult to play, but at it's best should sound as if
you could go home and do whatthe Greaseballs guitarist Bill Bullinski does with no effort
at all.
- Kevin M. Williams, the Chicago Sun Times. 3 Stars (11/21/99)
The 17 originals display a timelessness that makes them sound like covers. "Hoboken
Hustle" churns with a theme reminiscent of "The In Crowd", while "Froggy Went A Surfin'"
will trigger Ventures flashbacks. But this exquisitely executed music offers some of
the most important elemens of killer surf action - coolness. Bulinski's guitar work,
rather than pyrotechnics, consists of a seemingly endless series of exactly the right
notes in the right places. Drummer Theresa Drda carries the right blend of
propulsion and reserve, keeping a rock-solid pace, and the throbbing of bassist Carl
Hayano provides a gutteral foundation.