And right on time - U.S. Maple have returned from their sejourn.
The last two years have been time well spent - trips in the
wilderness, leaving signs behind that say gone fission...
finding themselves for a day or so in the Aegean, camped out
on a volcano, napping under a blanket of ash. An hour passes
with all the weight of a year for U.S.Maple -- so what have
the last two years wrought? Unwrap the cellophane, throw the
disc on the player. It's "Purple on Time." Engineered
by John Mc Entire. It's been a long time since we did that
stroll. But in case you forgot, these guys put out frigid
for six months, years, all that tension, frustration and celibacy
now a bogus memory. Starting fresh, staring deep into the
void, building on the spot that "Ma Digital" was
erected and detonated; they infuse their blues with power
chords, broke-necked rock and roll, swells of passion, rattles,
melody. Saturday nights become Sunday mornings. U.S. Maple
rocks on. From farther away, they're closer than ever. Al
Johnson steps up to the mic, free like a soul man, croons
and moans. Swooning smoothly along the fine line of his falsetto,
he brings you the news from U.S. Maple's side of the tracks.
His words are pointed -- and poignant to boot -- the direction
he's pointing is clearer than ever. It's that spot on the
horizon -- no, not that spot...to the left. Below that bluish
star -- no, the other one...It's actually more like purple.
"Purple on Time.". Sugar is sweet -- and so's U.S.Maple.
Step up for your spoonful.