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The Last Train to Scornsville

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One Eyed Jack
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Leeds County Devil
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Hey Buddy
5:20
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She's Yours
4:43
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Nothing In Life's For Free
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Last Train to Scornsville
5:34
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Yeah Part 2
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Thanks For Negeven
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Hold Your Nose
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Yeah Part 1
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The Day After
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Total Tracks: 11   Total Length: 51:35

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Nothing in Life's For Free

EMUSIC-02B8AB88

You guys are usually pretty shrewd in what you offer for free and/or tease us with. In this case, however, you gave the best track, "She's Yours" up for free. I would've chosen "Nothing in Life's For Free." It's not the best, it's representitive of the rest of the record, and the irony of offering a song with a title like that for free is just too good to resist. I'd rate the entire album 3-4 stars out of 5, but "She's Yours" 5 out of 5.

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Queens of the Small Stone Age

JasonReeher

1000 Knives Of Fire are another of the outstanding bands in the Small Stone stable. As such, they are influenced by heady, heavy rock outfits like Clutch ("Hey Buddy") and--of course--Black Sabbath ("Yeah Part 2"). But ATKOF also manages to stretch the genre; "Leeds County Devil" sounds like Spirit Caravan as fronted by Les Claypool, while "She's Yours" is a foul-mouthed Motorhead rave-up. A band to watch.

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She's Yours

wns3

Is it alright if I download the tune before I put in my two cents worth? I thought so. I'll be back with more on this in a short while. Please stand by for further bulletins. This just in! In spite of some very explicit lyrics, the point is made with a bullet. I mean who hasn't (male or female) had to put it to someone in nearly those exact terms? You wanted him/her, you got him/her, so leave me out of it. In other words, "I've got no dog in this fight" so suffer mutha#%**#*!

They Say All Music Guide

The only thing about A Thousand Knives of Fire that’s over the top is their name; in all other respects, this group of New Jersey stoner rock veterans likes to keep things simple and their Southern-tinged hard rock as grounded as that packed dirt parking lot, outside your nearest watering hole. In fact, the quintet’s debut album, The Last Train to Scornsville, rocks so earnestly and unassumingly, that listeners looking strictly for eye-catching fireworks will surely slip into a coma — all the better for more patient and appreciative patrons who can then rest a cold one on their heads. Getting right down to business, opening shot, “One Eyed Jack” settles quickly on a mid-paced groove and is perfectly content to sit there; while subsequent offerings like “Hey Buddy” and “Nothing in Life’s for Free” barely break a sweat as they roll along to their effortless slow blues. Taking things up a notch, the amusingly sardonic “She’s Yours” matches heightened heavy rock intensity to its biting words, and album standout, “Leeds County Devil,” riffs and raffs its way down Hwy 95, burning rubber as it goes. Its lyrics may center ’round a flat tire, but the song itself never downshifts once, instead rocking up to and through a glorious Southern-fried guitar solo. Retro-rock purists to a man, A Thousand Knives of Fire also insist on splitting up the album into two distinct sides (whether you’re listening to it on vinyl or not), and with good reason since side B is clearly the more experimental of the two. After cruising past the title track’s unsurprising slow-burning template, the band embarks upon a string of doom-laden instrumentals in “The Day After,” “Yeah, Pts. 1 & 2,” and the feedback fest, “Hold Your Nose,” sandwiched in between. For frontman Lee Stuart, these jams afford a chance to whoop it up a bit (literally, hear him scream “Woo-hoop!”) and blow on his harmonica while his bandmates pile on their resoundingly sludgy riffs. And for fans of Halfway to Gone and other no-fuss hard rock bands of the ’00s, A Thousand Knives of Fire represent the passing of a stylistic torch, which, although hardly the fanciest or most extravagant in the night, bears carrying forth nonetheless. – Eduardo Rivadavia

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