“A delicate, unsettling dip into a boiling pool of subconscious imagery and otherworldly pixie vocalism. The best tracks cause ripples in the space/time continuum. Bobb Trimble’s first album appeared like a ghost that had slipped through reality’s curtain. Impossible to place inside any rational context, the music and voices seem to have been created inside your head and, indeed, maybe they were.” – Byron Coley, 2007
Before listening to Iron Curtain Innocence, Bobb Trimble welcomes you with a Tommy submachine gun salute — trigger finger poised, guitar at ease and knees bent while alone at the microphone. It’s a gesture only to be topped by his back jacket call-out: Dear John, Paul, George and Ringo, If I’m a good boy and work real hard, may I please be the 5th Beatle someday?
Born August 4, 1958 in Marlborough, MA, Bobb grew up in the Worcester suburb of Northborough feasting on the Beatles and later Bowie, Pink Floyd, and Queen. The music he went on to create wasn’t an attempt to replicate the genius of those artists, but to stand alongside them with his own masterpiece of mythical, hysterical songwriting genius.