C’mon delivers high-energy rock ’n’ roll
As a band name, it’s an urgent little call-to-arms … but a call for what?
“C’mon let’s rock,” offers front man Ian Blurton. “Or maybe: C’mon, let’s fuck shit up.”
Well, those two sentiments have been holding hands throughout much of rock history, on which Blurton has already made his mark. He fronted Change Of Heart in the ‘90s and when that 15-year legacy came apart, he took on Blurtonia and later joined Bionic.
His onstage exploits were matched in the studio, where Blurton produced records for Tricky Woo, Saigon Hookers, The Constantines, Rheostatics and The Weakerthans, to name a few. His lengthy resume earned him the “Sir Ian Blurton” title, which he now says matches his “regal” stature.
“I like ‘Sir,’” he says. “I feel like I’m being pulled around in a horse-drawn carriage most of the time.”
Is he being sarcastic?
“Not at all,” he says, unsarcastically.
Grand titles aside, Blurton’s trekking the continent in support of his latest record with his latest creation, C’mon. Bottled Lightning Of An All Time High skids off a beer-slicked floor with vocals buried beneath falling-face-first guitars — in other words, it’s a ripping rock album.
“It’s about teaching kids about real rock,” he says of what the genre means to him, “as opposed to a lot of commercials that are like, ‘Yay rock!’ and the music itself isn’t there at all. It’s emo bands or someone like U2 and, I’m sorry, but U2 is not a rock band. Thin Lizzy is a rock band, Elvis Presley is rock ’n’ roll. I think there has to be a musical element, too. It’s not just a saying.”
Not just a saying, but definitely an attitude. Blurton’s approach lately has been about cutting the crap with the music business and just keeping his focus on the live shows — the fertile, frothing bed where the genre was born. C’mon — with bassist and girlfriend Katie Lynn (of Nashville Pussy) and drummer Randy Curnew — doesn’t bother with a booking agent, manager, they hate rehearsals and shun soundchecks, and they don’t really have a label. As for music videos, don’t bother asking.
“I used to hate doing videos and then we were like, you know what? We’re just never going to make a video,” he says. “How about that.”
So turn off television’s endless parade of well-groomed teenagers and get to the show. C’mon, let’s rock.
see it live . . .