Chain Reaction - Electric Playground

Over the past 15 or so years, Chain Reaction have made a name for themselves beyond their Detroit regional base. After progression of solid, steady releases, every kind of gig you could think of, the band has released Electric Playground. The Disc has great cover art and intrays, again there is the band's professional touch. The songs run from good originals "Shallow Valor", workable covers "White Room" to psychedelic blues jams "Burnin' Midnight Oil". While I'd like to get ahold of the masters and do a remastering, the overall production on the release isn't bad. Here and there a spot or two will make you wince a hair. The smooth guitars of Drozdzewski and Harabadian, the minimal powerchord rhythm behind the soaring leads, almost makes up for any blemishes. The band touches it's level of perfection on track 7 "Where's The Beauty", sounding very retro-stylish! Again, Detroit's Chain Reaction have continued to build their legacy with solid musicianship, and good 'ol original rock n roll. Hire 'em for some gigs, buy the disc, set the head straight, turn it up!. Contact: http://www.chainreactionband.com, chainre@yahoo.com

O FORTUNA
O Fortuna,
velut Luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem;
egestatem,
potestatem,
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis;
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
mihi nunc contraria;
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
hac in hora
sine mora
cordae pulsum tangite!
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

Translation:

O Fortune, like the moon of ever changing state, you are always waxing or waning; hateful life now is brutal, now pampers our feelings with its game; poverty, power, it melts them like ice.

Fate, savage and empty, you are a turning wheel, your position is uncertain, your favour is idle and always likely to disappear; covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too; now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness.

The chance of prosperity and of virtue is not now mine; whether willing or not, a man is always liable for Fortune's service. At this hour without delay touch the strings! Because through luck she lays low the brave, all join with me in lamentation!