MP3 School for the Dead - A Telephone Built For Two

Songs. School for the Dead's Henning Ohlenbusch is a songwriter first and foremost. This collection leads you on a windows-rolled-down car ride through your home town, passing periscopes, journals of lies, and superheros.

11 MP3 Songs in this album (40:57) !
Related styles: POP: Beatles-pop, ROCK: College Rock

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âSchool for the Deadâ is perhaps the most misleading name for a band since the days of that hedonistically bombastic hard rock group from the â70s known as April Wine. Except, rather than a moniker conjuring flowery romantic notions only to have the listener assaulted with the brash swagger of a band who once named one of their albums (this time, appropriately) âHarderâ¦Faster,â School for the Dead is sitting on the other side of the playground. Rather than commiserating along the rusty hulk of a dilapidated urban schoolyard fence among the malevolent adolescents with their boom-boxes, denim, long faces and Kelly Leak-like attitude, School for the Dead are too busy perched atop a shiny jungle-gym surrounded by chirping schoolchildren, green grass, and the effervescent scent of jonquils prancing on the breeze.


Well, yes and no. Singer-songwriter-bandleader Henning Ohlenbusch at one point wonders aloud on âA Telephone Built For Two,â the groupâs sophomore set, âWhy donât I feel the way I should?â but the question is posed while a cascading swirl of background harmonies and sumptuous synths support the ache in the melody with a comforting embrace. Similarly, when Ohlenbusch opines that âLast night, I had the most boring dream,â the rhythm section meanwhile careens along like one of those trains in the final minutes of a classic Alfred Hitchcock thriller. Moreover, the despondent suicidal characters inhabiting âDisgruntled Loverâ cannot dance the emo-a-go-go but instead have their tales of woe delivered by Ken Maiuriâs plucky banjo, Tony Westcottâs shimmery surf-guitar splashes, and a boot-stompinâ hoedown courtesy of tasty bassist Max Germer and crackerjack trapsman Brian Marchese, not to mention Henning Ohlenbuschâs sardonic familiar croon. This album is a delightful tapestry of the human spirit, a sumptuous curry where coriander and cumin combine, turmeric tangoes with tarragon and a sprinkle of cinnamon simmers atop a garlicky, gingery gumbo, musically speaking.


Simply put, âA Telephone Built For Twoâ has something for everyone.