Terry Quiett Band

Terry Quiett Band
Just My Luck

Independent Release

By Tony Del Rey
December 2012

If you prefer your blues laced with a sizeable quotient of old-school heavy rock, look no further than Fender-wielding front man Terry Quiett and his band’s most recent disc, Just My Luck. This collection of dark-sounding album cuts exhumes the charred remains of the prototypical ‘70s-era guitar hero and attempts to re-present him in the form of a contemporary blues artist. Which is an idea about as in style as a shag haircut.

Fortunately for Quiett and others like him, habitués of the blues scene demand little in the way of fresh approaches (or originality, for that matter). So little in fact, that the moody, minor-dominated music this power trio cranks out may be regarded by some in blues circles as being somewhat sophisticated fare – provided sullen aggressiveness and depressed soul-searching are your idea of entertainment.

A glance at the song titles ought to give listeners an indication of the band’s sour disposition: “Karma,” “Pound of Flesh,” “Some People,” “Signs of Decline,” “Fool’s Gold.” Not exactly Hallmark greeting card material. Most of the album’s 13 tracks fall into the category of medium-tempo rock songs with a heavy blues feel, macho and uncompromising with their dire verses and hard, biting guitar sound.

The brooding temperament of Just My Luck derives from Quiett’s reiterative use of minor chords, a tonality that spans the entire disc influencing everything from time and key signatures to Quiett’s vocal phrasing. It’s a tendency so ingrained in his singing and playing that the guy probably doesn’t even realize how often he deploys it.

Given Quiett’s partiality for the dark side of the musical scale, listeners might expect a dose of full-on boredom to set in early. On the contrary, no two songs sound the same, which is a testament to Quiett’s knack for never playing the same riff twice. But then again, only one track stands out.

“You’re My Kind” is a down-to-the-bone rocker with a rolling guitar line for a hook. The tune resembles the Black Crowes’ 1992 hit, “Remedy,” with its street-strut rhythmic swagger and rapid-fire vocal delivery, but it’s the one cut on Just My Luck that puts all the combinations together to deliver the audio equivalent of a first-round TKO. “You’re My Kind” sounds ready for radio airplay, clocking in at an economical 3:34 running time, thus enhancing the chances of bringing Quiett to a wider audience.

Unfortunately for artists working within the limited confines of blues, blues/rock and other obscure musical sub-genres, opportunities beyond playing local haunts are in exceedingly short supply. It’s just Terry Quiett’s luck to be born under a bad sign.

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