The Creamies avoided the sophomore slump with their 2010 release, Cream In Your Mouth Not In Your Pants. The highly rated album was a righteous blend of zestful beats and scrumptious riffs. Now, the ambient country dubcore trio is back with their third album. Once again they band is trying to prove that their last album wasn’t a delectable fluke.
There’s A Cream For That begins with a 14 minute ambrosial escapade of toothsome bass lines and piquant banjo solos that bore into the ear, locates a reputable Realtor, and buys a home. Eventually, they redo the kitchen cabinets and add a mother-in-law suite over the garage. It goes without saying that the song does a little landscaping and installs an above-ground pool.
The album’s second track is a fresh and sapid odyssey of flavorsome undulations and mouthwatering rumbles. The song’s aperitive lyrics, written by lead electric mandolinist Sunny Jack, expertly weaves succulents tales of woe with yummy yarns of yellow yachters yelling “whoa.” The track accomplishes a lot in just three seconds.