EVERYTHINGATHON! August 2007

Cake is an American band...

Indeed, they are from Sacramento, but really, they're a true American band...

They sing about cars and girls, mostly, but really they sing an awful lot about cars, and it has always made me wonder if the band has always aimed to stockpile a catalog of tunes for future licensing to General Motors and Ford...

Selling out AND cashing in are pretty damn American...

My point is, automobiles are 100%, pure American(a), and any true American band worth it's salt sings more than a song or two about cars, driving, and the road...Bruce Springsteen...Tom Petty...Bob Dylan...REM...Tom Waits...The Hold Steady...

And not only does a true American band need at least a handful of songs about cars and driving and whatnot, but these songs about cars and whatnot gotta sound really good when blasted from a car stereo...

Gotta...and whatnot...

Cake, the band from Sacramento, sound pretty damn good in the deck of a creamy yellow 1977 Ford LTD Landau Edition...

Plus, their implementation of the trumpet into American Rock Music is unparalleled.

Cake.

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Cake are reliable as hell. You can count on Cake to release a new album every 2-3 years, and you can bet those 10-12 new songs are gonna sound alot like the Cake you already know, but it's fucking Cake, you know? so it's gonna sound good and solid, and catchy as hell...You know there's gonna be plenty of thick, groovy bass riffs, plenty of solid, dependable mid-tempo boombip, guitars that boogie with a clever simplicity, and plenty of wry lyrics about cars...And girls and whatnot...

So...Right about now, in the dog days of summer, on a long drive through the countryside, windows down, trying to catch whatever cool breeze you can find in this oppressively hot, humid summer of 2007, take a listen to Cake...

Take a listen to this month's EVERYTHINGATHON! It's a solid hour of good ol' American Rock'n'Roll Music...

Plus, I've been busy as hell, so one of these single-artist podcasts without narration or serious mixing can be whipped together in an hour or three...

That's 100% cake, babycakes!

Hotcha! Hank