Rockland Eagles' SXSW 2003 showcase review:
(published week of March 13th, 2003):
Rockland Eagles! Wooooo! Rockland Eagles!
"I'm not sure what I liked best about the band. It could have been the singer's crouching delivery. Or it could have been the glam-rock outfits a good percentage of the band wore. Maybe I was into the song "Go Steve Austin" a lot more than I should have been. I think there's a chance that I admire anyone who can wear an Ace Frehley-style jumpsuit with glasses and still play a mean, unselfconscious lead.
"The band had ring girls walking around with signs announcing the name of the song being played. Handy for those of us still waiting for the band to put up MP3s on its Web site.
"The Fox and Hound was selling pork sandwiches, and for a quite a bit of the Rockland Eagles' show, I was in the general vicinity of the stand selling the food. Even now, as I type this, when I think "Rockland Eagles" my memory serves up a whiff of "pulled pork."
"I suppose if someone asked me what rock 'n' roll sounded like (not grunge rock, not emo rock, not pop rock, or jangly guitar rock, or mellow rock, or retro rock, or Detroit rock, or whatever) I would tell them to check out this band..."
"...finally, we trudged off the dreaded haunts of Sixth Street to see the Rockland Eagles. They put on the best, tongue-in-cheek rock show I've ever seen. It doesn't hurt that they're also a tight, blistering, cock-chord rock outfit. Replete with silver jumpsuits, a fog machine, and a drummer dressed in Evil Knievel pleather, the Rockland Eagles mine '70s rock cliches without simply prostituting nostalgia. Krit, their punk rock go go girl, dances in the front with homemade glittery signs announcing each song and even joins to the band to sing a song and show off her bruisily sexy dance skills. This was exactly what I needed to believe that there really are bands out there that truly could blow away the competition if anyone cared to give them a bit of ink. Not that they would care."
"I'm not sure what I liked best about the band. It could have been the singer's crouching delivery. Or it could have been the glam-rock outfits a good percentage of the band wore. Maybe I was into the song "Go Steve Austin" a lot more than I should have been. I think there's a chance that I admire anyone who can wear an Ace Frehley-style jumpsuit with glasses and still play a mean, unselfconscious lead.
"...finally, we trudged off the dreaded haunts of Sixth Street to see the Rockland Eagles. They put on the best, tongue-in-cheek rock show I've ever seen. It doesn't hurt that they're also a tight, blistering, cock-chord rock outfit. Replete with silver jumpsuits, a fog machine, and a drummer dressed in Evil Knievel pleather, the Rockland Eagles mine '70s rock cliches without simply prostituting nostalgia. Krit, their punk rock go go girl, dances in the front with homemade glittery signs announcing each song and even joins to the band to sing a song and show off her bruisily sexy dance skills. This was exactly what I needed to believe that there really are bands out there that truly could blow away the competition if anyone cared to give them a bit of ink. Not that they would care."