Head Cheese

Jun 29, 2005 at 12:00 am

DETROIT'S CYRIL LORDS like clean lines, the economy that comes with being a trio. But clean doesn't necessarily mean pretty. The band is a trim, mod-cut suit, sure, but the cuffs are scuffed and there's a little delta mud on the pant legs. When guitarist Marty "Mother" Morris sings, he's haughty, beleaguered and soulful, the rhythm section (particularly ever-comely drummer Mayuko, who's cooler than you) is taut underneath the scraggly guitar lines — it's like the entire Cyril Lords song catalog exists in that ellipsis between the two melodies in the Yardbirds' "For Your Love." It's toe-tapping stuff to be sure; just ask Ginger. Here are Morris' monomanias of the week:

5. GOT A LIGHT? The Hindenburg disaster was probably not caused by a hydrogen explosion as generally believed, but rather by a chemical doping-compound covering the ship. The Zeppelin Company inadvertently stumbled upon the formula for rocket fuel and coated it over the doomed dirigible. Oh, the humanity.

4. MY LITTLE CHICKADEE: Milanesa Ranchera from El Rancho, Vernor Highway, southwest Detroit.

3. MY HIGH-SCHOOL BEST FRIEND: He's MIA in his own private war on drugs. Hello, wherever you are.

2. GHOSTBUSTERS: "Ray, the next time someone asks you if you are a god — you say, yes!"

1. HUH? mon·o·ma·ni·a n. The Latin prefix, mono, translates as "one," and the Greek suffix, mania, translates as "craze." When combined, monomania is defined as "a pathological obsession with one idea." Not to be a stick in the mud, but isn't that antithetical to a top 5 list?


Appears Friday, July 8, at Pumpstock 2005 (Town Pump Tavern, 100 W. Montcalm, behind the Fox Theatre, Detroit; 313-961-1929) with the Sirens, Broadzilla and Grinder.

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