Bobby Kennedy’s Acid is a powerhouse combo of attitude past and extraordinarily present. With nuances of British punk and Smart Aleck barbs of alt-rock tongue-in-cheek, Kennedy weaves a dark and majestically diverse composite of original material. Flying miles above the current landscape of narcissistic hipsters and talentless divas, Kennedy’s sound is like an F-22 Raptor on its way to drop a payload full of rock and roll pandemonium on the latest “Bier” garden.
Kennedy’s point of view encompasses the good, the bad, and the ugly of all we are. From overviews on lustful infatuation to obliterated romance, fatalism and the …