To stay in any game, no matter the format, is no joke. The game of music is more often than not short lived by most. Know that some artists, even if short lived, will burn on through my speakers for a lifetime. Local H, once the Chicagoans of the Year, have been fighting hitting the skids for more than two decades. A duo, before it was the shit to be one, has been concocting more powerful records than your favorite quartet for twenty years. A new year brings a new Local H release, this one an EP five months later than ’12′s epic ode to our country and bitter cold, yet tough Chicago.
Hallelujah! I’m a Bum, a record my ride’s disc player might be sick of. It’s been five month’s time since it encapsulated this LP. But the lyricism, the sincerity, the message, and the loud chug of Lucas’ guitar and St. Clair’s rhythmic, thunderous drums tell me it deserves yet another listen.
Another February EP is 5 tracks. 3 original Local H songs. 2 covers. All the grit and adoration for rock that we come to expect from this power house duo.