Search - Mary Prankster :: Blue Skies Over Dundalk

Hot Rock from a Bad Girl

Spencer K. Stephens | Rockville, Maryland USA | 12/28/1999

(4 out of 5 stars)

"Mary Prankster's enthusiasm for full-throated rock and roll may be exceeded only by her fondness for the f-word. The combination is one virtually any rock and roll fan will appreciate. Her sound is reminiscent of The Beat Farmers, with an eastern feel. Mary's work teems with references to her native Maryland, down to her Natty Bo cover art. The appeal of her stage personna, evident in her lyrics, is sure to cross gender lines. Her hurried entreaty for male company on the beach to share "tits and whiskey" sets the tone. Later, she pines for a boy who is not a violent sociopath. (So Mr. Beach has a few skeletons, does he?) Later still, she delights in breaking a heart that instills the kind of pain that would prompt Cal Ripken to take a day off. (See ya, Mr. Beach.) Who among us can't appreciate the humor in that? Best of all, Mary Prankster really, really rocks."

Liz Phair, but funnier!

William A Scher | SF, CA | 12/09/1999

(5 out of 5 stars)

"Mary Prankster's Blue Skies Over Dundalk is a brilliant debut that showcases the bravado and insightfulness of Liz Phair mixed with the humor of Jeanne Garafaolo. Like her influences, women will surely look up to her, and men will surely want to sleep with her. My only complaint is that the CD runs less than a half hour. Even so, I've yet to be tired of listening to it."

Fresh, raunchy, insightful and spirited rock and roll

Spencer K. Stephens | Rockville, Maryland USA | 12/17/1999

(5 out of 5 stars)

"How refreshing that someone is still making real rock and roll. Ms. Prankster has produced a heady mixture of caffeinated and intense musicianship with lyrics that tell the story straight from the view of the edgy bad girl. Her music has the pop appeal of the Go-go's and the urgency of the Violent Femmes. It also has an overt, frank sexuality all its own. As you listen, you can picture Ms. Prankster thrusting her hips at you while pleading for an opportunity to go down to the beach to break out the tits and whisky. Moments later, you can also hear her unrestrained glee as she breaks your lustful little heart, and as the blue skies magically appear over Dundalk."