I might be a month late, but, New Year all! I’d preface that with a happy but that’d be jumping to conclusions, wouldn’t it? I don’t want to be done for false advertising. Let’s not gaslight ourselves here, all of that new year, new me nonsense is exactly that. Life goes on, as a multifaceted pantomime, with government, society and humanity as a whole seemingly insisting on operating in the bleakest of slapstick manners. It’s like, Fawlty Towers meets Squid Game...that’s life essentially. We’re a laughing stock of our own farming, both morally and socially, and it’s getting worse.
However, as is always, we have music and the arts to keep us relatively sane, (For the time being at least, it won’t be long before all music is cancelled because it offends someone) and if you’ll allow me, I’d like to pick up where I left off at my last gig of 2024; ELECTRIC SIX. You can read my review of that at All About The Rock, but I’ll summarize by saying not only are they one of THE most hard-working touring bands, with a magnificently prolific output, but their front man, DICK VALENTINE is equally as prolific as a solo artist. Without even delving into his filthy filth-laden crime noir audio books, and his services on Cameo amongst other things, 2025 finds Valentine in double figures for solo albums hitting streaming services, and for the sake of continuation, let’s check his latest one out. This is Dick Valentine, and this is “The Final Musician”...
We open up with the title-track and initially we’ve got this, jovial, almost childlike vocal presentation, over some simplistic acoustic guitar, and it’s very happy-go-lucky, before we get into the meat and potatoes of the track. It’s got a very, “I told you so” essence that leans heavily into the corporate side of the music industry. It speaks of the rigmarole of dealing with labels, the underhandedness, the writing on the wall for artists struggling within that dying industry. It’s a very well worded, song of togetherness in the face of adversity in the arts. There’s an innocence to it, and in its humble sorrow, it acts like a rallying cry to support artists, music, venues; everything. This is a wonderfully crafted, antiestablishmentarianism fuelled track, and a plea to support music at its raw core.
The synth elements on follow up track “Asian Freckles” borders on 8-Bit nostalgia sonically, while a very cymbal-heavy percussive barrage blankets a fine dose of garage indie-rock. It’s incredibly energetic, up-tempo and whimsical in a way and you can’t help to clap and dance along to this. With a complete shift in tone and tempo then we have “Leave The Rest Of It To Me” and we’ve got this beautiful little folkish piece with Celtic elements. The acoustic guitar here is backed by some soft string instrumentation and olde quaint aesthetics, and it’s a lovely little track. It’s speaking of a troubled relationship and dealing with its internal dynamics, and the roles within it, and it makes for an interestingly different type of love song.
There are tracks like “Rodeo At 30,000 Feet” which honestly sound like Johnny Knoxville is going to introduce a Jackass stunt, and quite frankly I’m torn between, I hope he doesn’t read this, because he’s daft enough to put a bull on a plane...and I hope he does because that would be insane footage. Why did the plane crash? Well, we let a bull loose mid-flight over the Atlantic, enough said really. It’s another dose of percussion heavy garage rock with indie stylistics resulting in a quirky up-tempo piece of music. “Duchess In A Tree” houses subtle funk characteristics under an almost rapped vocal display during the verses, only highlighting Valentine’s repertoire as a vocalist, and showcases his diversity as a performer. Electric Six are known for their genre blending from record to record, and here Valentine hammers that home.
We eventually close up on “The Living Remember The Dead Remember” and instrumentally we have an early punk-pop vibe going on, fuelling this crescendo in the liveliest manner. Where does that leave us though? We’ve heard Dick Valentine’s albums from the past, and he’s previously focused more heavily on acoustic performances, but these later releases seem to lean more heavily into a continuation of Electric Six’s catalogue.
As I stated previously, the prolific nature of both Valentine and the band can only be admired really, as it’s not a case of churning records out for the sake of it. No. Whether it’s for the full band, or for his solo material, Dick Valentine IS the final musician. He lives for the music. He is a songwriter. He is an artist. More often than not these days, new artists seldom have longevity, because their success came through happenstance from going viral for fifteen minutes on Tik Tok, with peoples attention spans lasting about as long as the last meme that came before them. There are those who genuinely try, I tip my hat to them, but we’re living in a world of self-importance and instant gratification. There is a metric fuck-ton of bandwagon jumping and capitalizing on the back of others success via trends. Dick Valentine doesn’t bow to such idiosyncrasies. Dick Valentine is in his own lane on his own journey, and while you are more than welcome along for the ride, he takes detours for no one. Realistically the final musician maybe grandiose in its declaration, but there’s a degree of truth within the sentiment as he’s certainly one of very few, and frankly needs more respect put on his name; there’s FAR more to him than songs about gay bars. [7]
However, as is always, we have music and the arts to keep us relatively sane, (For the time being at least, it won’t be long before all music is cancelled because it offends someone) and if you’ll allow me, I’d like to pick up where I left off at my last gig of 2024; ELECTRIC SIX. You can read my review of that at All About The Rock, but I’ll summarize by saying not only are they one of THE most hard-working touring bands, with a magnificently prolific output, but their front man, DICK VALENTINE is equally as prolific as a solo artist. Without even delving into his filthy filth-laden crime noir audio books, and his services on Cameo amongst other things, 2025 finds Valentine in double figures for solo albums hitting streaming services, and for the sake of continuation, let’s check his latest one out. This is Dick Valentine, and this is “The Final Musician”...
We open up with the title-track and initially we’ve got this, jovial, almost childlike vocal presentation, over some simplistic acoustic guitar, and it’s very happy-go-lucky, before we get into the meat and potatoes of the track. It’s got a very, “I told you so” essence that leans heavily into the corporate side of the music industry. It speaks of the rigmarole of dealing with labels, the underhandedness, the writing on the wall for artists struggling within that dying industry. It’s a very well worded, song of togetherness in the face of adversity in the arts. There’s an innocence to it, and in its humble sorrow, it acts like a rallying cry to support artists, music, venues; everything. This is a wonderfully crafted, antiestablishmentarianism fuelled track, and a plea to support music at its raw core.
The synth elements on follow up track “Asian Freckles” borders on 8-Bit nostalgia sonically, while a very cymbal-heavy percussive barrage blankets a fine dose of garage indie-rock. It’s incredibly energetic, up-tempo and whimsical in a way and you can’t help to clap and dance along to this. With a complete shift in tone and tempo then we have “Leave The Rest Of It To Me” and we’ve got this beautiful little folkish piece with Celtic elements. The acoustic guitar here is backed by some soft string instrumentation and olde quaint aesthetics, and it’s a lovely little track. It’s speaking of a troubled relationship and dealing with its internal dynamics, and the roles within it, and it makes for an interestingly different type of love song.
There are tracks like “Rodeo At 30,000 Feet” which honestly sound like Johnny Knoxville is going to introduce a Jackass stunt, and quite frankly I’m torn between, I hope he doesn’t read this, because he’s daft enough to put a bull on a plane...and I hope he does because that would be insane footage. Why did the plane crash? Well, we let a bull loose mid-flight over the Atlantic, enough said really. It’s another dose of percussion heavy garage rock with indie stylistics resulting in a quirky up-tempo piece of music. “Duchess In A Tree” houses subtle funk characteristics under an almost rapped vocal display during the verses, only highlighting Valentine’s repertoire as a vocalist, and showcases his diversity as a performer. Electric Six are known for their genre blending from record to record, and here Valentine hammers that home.
We eventually close up on “The Living Remember The Dead Remember” and instrumentally we have an early punk-pop vibe going on, fuelling this crescendo in the liveliest manner. Where does that leave us though? We’ve heard Dick Valentine’s albums from the past, and he’s previously focused more heavily on acoustic performances, but these later releases seem to lean more heavily into a continuation of Electric Six’s catalogue.
As I stated previously, the prolific nature of both Valentine and the band can only be admired really, as it’s not a case of churning records out for the sake of it. No. Whether it’s for the full band, or for his solo material, Dick Valentine IS the final musician. He lives for the music. He is a songwriter. He is an artist. More often than not these days, new artists seldom have longevity, because their success came through happenstance from going viral for fifteen minutes on Tik Tok, with peoples attention spans lasting about as long as the last meme that came before them. There are those who genuinely try, I tip my hat to them, but we’re living in a world of self-importance and instant gratification. There is a metric fuck-ton of bandwagon jumping and capitalizing on the back of others success via trends. Dick Valentine doesn’t bow to such idiosyncrasies. Dick Valentine is in his own lane on his own journey, and while you are more than welcome along for the ride, he takes detours for no one. Realistically the final musician maybe grandiose in its declaration, but there’s a degree of truth within the sentiment as he’s certainly one of very few, and frankly needs more respect put on his name; there’s FAR more to him than songs about gay bars. [7]
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