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  1. The Value of Nothing
  2. Empty
  3. If Anyone's Got The Balls
  4. Waste of Time
  5. You Get To Be My Age
  6. Fuckin' With My Head
  7. People Are Shit
  8. One Man Job
  9. I Got A Secret
  10. When I Go, I'm Gone


"The Value of Nothing is a deep record chock-full of great music and a surprising depth that proves that even a funny guy can produce some great heart-felt music. It might not receive the accolades it deserves, but it’s one of this year’s musical surprises." --The Big Takeover

"... full of songs that pull from the best of everything Eddie Spaghetti has to offer…It reminds me of the solo albums Mike Ness of Social Distortion unleashed several years back. This will draw in the fans of rock, the fans of country and the folks that just flat out dig good music. Crank it loud, pop a cold beer and enjoy."

"...approaches his rootsy solo project from the perspective of a punk rocker who grew up in a country town. The Value of Nothing shows off both influences plus all the wild-man energy of Spaghetti’s live shows." – CMT Edge

"If Johnny Cash were still alive, there's a strong possibility he'd buy Eddie Spaghetti's new album The Value of Nothing." -

"It's in your face politically incorrect (and pretty funny) country rock that rocks to the point where you're subconsciously reaching for a beer and digging for the appropriate lie to tell that temporarily significant other lurking at the bar." – Ventura County Star

"This album truly shows that when you take the rusty sounds of a Seattle rocker and the down-home riffs of a country guitar, you get a fresh and invigorating sound all its own." – Elmore Magazine

"The reception to the album should be nothing but positive. Spaghetti’s humor, coupled with his perfectly frank and honest style, confirms his ability to perform as a solo artist." – Aquarian Weekly


Eddie Spaghetti The Value of Nothing

BS 204 2013 $10.95
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Eddie Spaghetti, front man for those Seattle-based pleasure barons of arena garage punk The Supersuckers, kicks out his first solo album of all originals. You might find that songwriting distinction surprising—given his lifetime traveling to two-bit hotels and dumpy backstages in order to spend a couple glorious hours on stage throwing devil’s horns and country-damaged metal to the adoring masses—but it’s the truth. The Value of Nothing distills everything he’s learned in his career-long, over-the-top and tongue-in-cheek adoration of all things rock and roll into a genre-scoffing dose of snarling country rock, full of pop hooks and wiseguy humor delivered with a brain, a heart, & a beer.

Recorded in Eddie’s surrogate hometown of Austin, TX, he employed the assistance of a genuine Texas badass, one Mr. Jesse Dayton (collaborator with such country legends as Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, and, um, Rob Zombie), in the hopes of making a more authentic country record. Well, ol’ JD thought that working with Eddie was his opportunity to get his RAWK on, so The Value of Nothing ended up a hybrid: a ragtop-down road trip soundtrack; an album embracing the guilty and not-so-guilty pleasures of classic rock, hooky-as-hell Texas roadhouse, and the alwayslurking- on-the-corner-barstool dirty joking of classic Supersuckerism.

The Value of Nothing gallops out of the gate with the Southwestern-inflected title track, all wide-lens spaced-out cowpunk, Eddie’s gravel road vocals both urgent and laid back cool. “Empty” follows with classic rock power chords filtered through the haze hanging over his buddy Willie Nelson’s ranch. The ragged, lazy charm of “Waste of Time” is a paean to kickin’ back, the theme song to those days where it’s almost too much goddamn effort to get off the couch and get a beer, all sung with a crooked smile and topped with some wicked fried slide guitar. With the lighter-sparking final track, “When I Go, I’m Gone,” we hear a surprisingly subdued Eddie, a man confident in the power of his hooks.

It wouldn’t be an Eddie Spaghetti record, though, without some full-on wise-assery. “Fuckin’ with My Head” channels ‘77 era UK punk with its jittery energy and feels-so-good-to-shout-along chorus. And then there’s that Chuck Berry-gone-metal guitar solo by Jesse D... The swinging conjunto throwdown of “People Are Shit” tells it like we all know it is, but Eddie’s got the stones to come right out and say it.



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