This album takes me back to a happier time. Back when my last husband was alive (rest his soul), I knew what it meant to be loved. You see, I'm not an attractive woman. But when my Maynard would wrap those arms around my waist I would quiver and shake like the world couldn't hold me up — just like the woman in Proverbs 30:23. We lived in Jacksonville, Florida and we had the most wonderful neighbors, the Allmans, whose sons would practice in the garage and play outdoors at some of our neighborhood picnics. I can't tell you how many pitchers of lemonade I dropped when my husband would slip that Eat A Peach album of theirs on the Victrola, because I knew some romancing and dancing would soon take place. These boys in Big Fat Jam make my face flush and my head faint with these sweet melodies, sensual grooves and simple songs. We all know that Southern Rock is the Lord's favorite style of music, and these boys do it justice.
Editors' ratings — Doug 3.5/5, David 2/5
Other coverage for this album
The Phantom Tollbooth 2002Reviewed by Matthew WilliamsWhen you name your band "Big Fat Jam," at least two things are expected of you: a sound that A. is out of the ordinary and B. makes up for/lives up to your name. Fortunately for Big Fat Jam, Welcome to Wonderland has a big sound, an enthusiastic delivery and more jams than aisle nine of your local supermarket. Musically, the four-piece, southern rock band (ironically from Minnesota) reminds one…The Phantom Tollbooth 2002Reviewed by Brian A. SmithBig Fat Jam successfully ignore every current trend in music -- they are not nu-metal, they avoid the whole rap/rock thing, they don't do prefab r&b tunes, and they certainly are not a boy band. So why would anyone buy Welcome to Wonderland? Because it flat out ROCKS. Big Fat Jam combines the best of southern rock mixed with Faith No More-style funk rock to produce the best debut album I've heard…
