Calgary Herald
Thursday, September 7, 2000
by James Muretich
Art Bergmann
Vultura Freeway
Rating 2 out of four stars
These mid-'80s, rescued-from-dust-in-someone's-vault recordings from the beginnings of Art Bergmann's solo career show just how far the icon of the Canuck rock underground has come in the intervening 16 years. Bergmann buffs will no doubt treasure rarities like the title track and the usual articulate venom the king snake can summon with ease.
However, the bouncy rhythms in vogue at the time, one of the sins of new wave-electropop, sap a lot of the righteous anger that seethes within these songs. It's too cute for the kind of cutting-edge Bergmann gives naked to the world.
For Art fanatics (all three dozen of us). For others, check out What Fresh Hell is This or play Sexual Roulette.
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