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As much the chronicle of an era as of a band, The Holy Modal Rounders ... Bound to Lose casts an affectionate eye on the kind of hedonism no one is meant to survive.
They [Rounders] stand as perhaps the truest heirs to the Harry Smith Anthology's wild and woolly Americanaâ"a point Sam Wainwright Douglas and Paul C. Lovelace's affectionate doc makes with a minimum of fuss and lots of bawdy hilarity.
A truly mad tale of a band that began as a loose amalgamation out of the Greenwich Village folk scene in the early '60s and managed to keep getting back together for reunions and revivals until 2005.
Charged with alternating currents of affection, exuberance and ineffable melancholy, The Holy Modal Rounders ... Bound to Lose offers an intriguing overview of the cult-fave combo.
The humor and eccentricity of the band members should prevent a "Who cares?" response, and the twist that occurs in the final section of the piece will keep every viewer mesmerized.
Another "what ever happened to" type documentary. Always fascinating to see how personal flaws and the corrupt star-making machinery of the capitalist entertainment industry present obstacles to fame and fortune.
Among the recent wave of music documentaries on the marginally infamous, this video history gets its juice from a love-hate affair with the vibe of a graying boho remake of The Sunshine Boys.
It might be the first movie about the psychedelic generation told from the point of view of the doddering seniors they have become.
I suppose as a definitive history of the band, this fails on several levels. But, as a portrait of where the members of the band are now, and as a small tribute to their talent and influence, this is as good as it gets. I remember just about wearing out an early copy of the Moray Eels Eat the Holy Modal Rounders back in the day, and it was fun seeing who was responsible for that wonderful piece of subversive electrified psychedelic folk-rock mayhem. Even as decrepit as Steve Weber appears, the man can still pick a mean guitar and chew through the intricate lyrics of some real Rounder chestnuts. This was fun. They can't sing, they're not very good looking, but man can they put a smile on the face! If you aren't familiar with their music, or that of their earlier band, The Fugs, you might not find this as rewarding as this viewer did, but I would encourage anyone who appreciates old-time country and counter-culture folk to give them a listen, and a look-see. The bonus material was terrific. Nearly an hour of mostly live performances, with a little commentary thrown in. Artistes to you, you punk chumps!
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