I have a crush on Reckless Abandon. This album resulted in a deep infatuation consequently bringing out the feminine-crazed part of me once buried by maturity. As it turns out, all it takes are delicious guitar riffs and a raspy high-range voice to rebound to youthful tactics. Write Kenny Dubman all over your notebook, tape those posters to the wall, turn this album up, and join me in likely regrettable reckless abandon.
I slammed this album loud enough for my neighbors to curse my existence while I danced through my house in stereotypical t-shirt and underwear fashion. You might wonder why I’d act like a love-struck high school girl, but the fact is: Kenny Dubman’s album calls for no less.
“Angel of Mercy” is the culprit to my highly inappropriate behavior. Prior to this album I was a relatively responsible adult. Now, I believe Dubman can take my troubles away. However, if Kenny Dubman is my trouble, I’d rather keep him. Throw my panties to the stage, I am spent.
If I could manage to keep my clothes on through this salivating record, I would not stick around my house daydreaming of Dubman onstage with me on his mind. Instead, I’d respond to the heart of “Ain’t Too Late for Memphis” by loading into my car, rolling the windows down, hand waving in the wind, and leaving it all behind. This album will make you feel a little cooler than you probably are, so pack those shades; you’ll need to at least look the part.
Reckless Abandon embodies the rock attitude of flipping the bird to the status quo. Bring on the controversy, because I’m ready for the fight. Why? Because I’ve got “Son of a Colt 45” blaring through my headphones. With the supreme badass vibe of this track, I found myself stuck somewhere between robbing a bank and taking up arms at high-noon to sheriff the crime-riddled town of Tombstone.
From the hip-shimmying rhythmic pace of “Brother against Brother” to the acoustic poetry of “After the Bomb Fell” this album can be played through with continued track satisfaction.
Now, grab your glass and add one part southern rock, two parts party, and a splash of the classics to make the Reckless Abandon cocktail. Finally, play it loud like it deserves, but ladies remember, this audio orgasm won’t actually make you Mrs. Dubman. So, try to give the guy a little space, okay?