Dancing with St. Peter
$ign of 4
℗ 2002 Track Record TRK 1014 CD
 This album was never going to be a sedate affair. Teaming up with guitarist Jeff Kollman, drummer Shane Gaalaas and bassist Jimmy Curtain, «Dancing With St. Peter» is an album that sparkles with melody and is driven by personal passion and combines guitar based rock and soulful blues perfectly. The album's title, «Dancing With St. Peter», a track about the reality of living life a little too close to the edge for comfort, drips with percussions and dark chords. The mood is palpable. However, tracks such as «Beautiful Friend» a bittersweet optimism, full of warm acoustic guitar chimes, this is a beautifully emotive song that is sure to be filed under «classic». Stand out tracks like, «Driven», continue to underpin the album's underlying feel of melancholic reflection about our own mortality. However, there are many colours to this album and the soulful ballad, «Afterglow», display’s $ign of 4's ability to groove effortlessly as well as rock, even possibly hinting at the sound of things to come. |
- 1. Overload [05:17]
- 2. Driven [04:27]
- 3. Dancing with St. Peter [06:09]
- 4. Song Keeps a Coming [05:03]
- 5. Clap Hands [04:16]
- 6. Beautiful Friend [05:37]
- 7. Bad on Bad [05:11]
- 8. After Glow [05:38]
- 9. Falling Down [05:08]
- 10. Las Meadows Sanctum Divine [05:40]
- 11. Seems to Me [05:19]
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- Jimmy Curtain: bass
- Shane Gaalaas: drums
- Jeff Kollman: guitar
- Phil Mogg: vocals
- Kevin Chown: bass
- Mark Mikel: backing vocals
- Mark Renk: keyboards, backing vocals
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Dancing with St. Peter
She spun herself on this cotton reel I'd turn away but my blood won't spill She'd hide away inside a confession box While a chinaman cuts up the rocks You may pound your fist at the wall And you may die for no cause at all You may worship this meddlesome man Led to the slaughter A sacrificial lamb Love feeds you Love bleeds you Slpis right through your hands Love scars you Behold or be damned She ain't here she's away She's dancing with st. Peter She won't be back again She's dancing with st. Peter The devil drives a mercedes benz It's a tacky motif His means to an end He wears her youth like a feather in his cap While jiving down to that peruvian rap He's the man of the moment She's the one of a kind As life as in death your coil will unwind So don't call yourself misunderstood Cos underneath we're all damaged goods Love finds you Love blinds you Slpis right through your hands Love scars you Behold or be damned She ain't here she's away She's dancing with st. Peter She won't be back again She's dancing with st. Peter There's a sign in the night sky Some supernova It's climbing so high That's alright now I'm stepping over