TERMINAL FIVE

Neil Fallon,

the frontman and Scientist

of brainfood

blending intellect with good old

hard rock,

projecting lyrics on a magic carpet 

ride of a NEIL OF STEEL heard voice~

An outstanding spokesmen,

exposing the "men behind the curtain":

Fallon's TRUTH ~ a sort of alchemic

wizardry hardly whispered &

Never muffled

you hear & feel  all CLUTCHES LYRICS...

As the band stands firm in their Grass Roots

anti establishment,

the golden age of ROCK~

CLUTCH

rims the hard core/ rock an roll,

the tailored fit of fresh riffs~

that will never be old.

Their individual talents elevate

the performance;

no need for pompous mellowdramatic

body gestures,,,,,

bringing in the good ol' cow bell

Fallons preacher like stances

are enough to ignite you live.

On Fire the eye contact

contracted desire.

I must Admit I;m a sucker for the Witch.

I might deny her but my heart will never resist.

Behind The Cliffside Inn,I Heard A Fiddle And A Mandolin,Keeping Rhythm On An Old WashboardAnd Stomping On The Floor.Saw People Of All SortsDancing 'Round In Twos And Fours,Caroling About Days Of Old,And What The Future Holds.

The mix was heavy, lastnight.

My soul was cuddled in the depths

of bass lines , deeply needed healing.

Squashed out sadness within the tight moshpit.

Thank you to my darling friend Kat.

Somehow we made it out alive,

She got me out from under the mourning of my dad.

 Unclutch the Clutch

and be clutched

in 

CLUTCH!