Bargain Music didn’t learn this valuable lesson for The Magic is Over, as the act does everything from jack around with sex-dub that makes the band seem like an awkward cross between Sublime, Barry White and Leon Phelps, Ladies’ Man to an angry, riled up punk-lite trio. Confused? You’re probably not as bad off as Bargain Music is: While it’d be tempting to chalk up this album’s schizophrenic leanings to members with voracious musical appetites and adventuresome songwriting, the all-around lack of quality on this album reveal the real reason: Bargain Music just hasn’t got itself in gear enough to focus on one thing.
Sitting as close to the good-natured hippie jam band that just wants to have a good time as a more conventional rock’n’roll outfit.
Bargain Music shoots for the moon—pleasing all the people all the time—and, as usually happens with impossible expectations, comes up short. It’s not just a few inches short. Or a few yards. The band’s miles from successful as it changes styles with the wind.