C. Wired
“You have to be fearlessly genuine in order to truly connect. My life and my music are an open book” – C Wired
Chuck Whyard – serial entrepreneur, off and on millionaire, Dad of Four, Grandpa of Four more and all around defiant renaissance man - is a man of dual passions: those of the carnal Steppenwolf easy rider, and those of the ascendant revelation of John type; both the Big Lebowski that is Jeff Bridges, and the Big Lebowski with whom he is confused. Earth and Heaven combined to bring you some rockin’ self-expression on his his newest cut Angel Circuit Engaged.
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Adding a full band complement to his ecstatic debut EP Omega, C Wired finds that groovy middle-ground between the taijitu that pulls from the Yin of sounds found in the likes of Creedence, Foreigner, AC/DC and the Yang of a Polymath’s love for those things that reach just beyond the pale of human experience.
Addison Smith is to be commended for playing a veritable Todd Rundgren and Van Halen to Whyard’s firm Meat Loaf and David Lee Roth: Smith’s guitar lines have that snaking labyrinthine quality that used to rock those sweet 80’s airwaves. From the opening salvos of “Angel Circuit Engaged” Smith and Wired find that passionate interplay against the sexy grooves of Andrew Renner and Daniel Kelly’s bass.
Throughout the EP’s impressive six tracks, these classic stylings that make you want to ride a Cycle across the American Sixties with Dennis Hopper, Wired finds himself expertly weaving between the modern and chugging classic. From the get-down boogie woogie on Botticelli Baby, which manages to make comparisons to renaissance artists compelling – no mean feat – to the ambient moments of EP highlight “Climb the Mountain”, Wired traverses that careful duality deftly.
It is a balanced record. It never indulges too freely in one side of the duality. Good records never do. Wired has the experience and wisdom to set-off lyrical and instrumental fireworks, but never sacrifices the songwriting to do so.
“Climb the Mountain” with its vivid imagery stands out for its compositional prowess. Gliding along valleys of Moog Synth and peaks that sound something like the recent Dream Theater release singing about the eternal struggle to push past one’s ego to get the job done. The earthiness and verity of the sounds keeps the moments of philosophical musings from drifting too high in the sky.
It is a balanced record. It never indulges too freely in one side of the duality. Good records never do. Wired has the experience and wisdom to set-off lyrical and instrumental fireworks, but never sacrifices the songwriting to do so. The result is an electric, honest record that manages to keep one bobbin’ their head and getting in the groove, while also allowing room for thought. Whether that be about the Botticelli beauty, or the dragon of the ego.
Of his writing, Whyard notes: “Self-introspection. Spiritual Evolution. Sexual Expansion. Freedom from guilt and fear. Joy in being. No boundaries. No limitations. No Judgment. Everything is simply a belief held in our minds”.
And with this record, it isn’t hard to see what he means.
Until Nostradamus’s dragons amass
