Eric Harrison Releases New Single 'A Home Is Not A Hologram'

Vents Magazine, 6/4/20

Eric Harrison is a New Jersey- based singer-songwriter whose fourth album, the aptly-titled Gratitude, will be released in late 2020. Three decades of well-crafted Americana-flavored guitar rock have earned him favorable comparisons to Soul Asylum, Buffalo Tom, Bob Dylan, Elvis Costello, and Tom Petty, and he’s won over an engaged fanbase through actively gigging in the tri-state area.

 

A Home Is Not A Hologram, the second single from Gratitude, is a lush, string-drenched acoustic ode to home and hearth:

 

A home is not a hologram
A sorry shack on a plot of land is worth more now than any prayer or price
We’ve got steel and wood and wire to forge a life out of tears and fire
Something real is always worth a fight
And a hologram is just a trick of light

 

About the song, Harrison comments

“I was walking my dog in suburbia one morning while listening to the hippie masterpiece “Forever Changes” by Love.  The second song on the album – “A House Is Not a Motel” – has always been misnamed in my memory as “A House Is Not a Hotel” because … well, alliteration is good. So while listening to what I thought was “A House is not a Hotel” I exclaimed to Jimmy the morkie –  who unlike the humans I live with accepts my non-sequiturs in stride – “Well maybe a house is not a hotel, but a home is not a hologram either.”

 

“WTF does that mean?” I asked myself while stooping to bag Jimmy’s morning deposit.  Then I looked up to gaze upon three adjacent homes with “phony brick in front, vinyl on the back and side.”  That became the first line of a song which fortunately did not veer into a critique of modern home design.  It became a meditation on the intoxication of flash versus the sustenance of substance. Of course without a little flash life is boring, so we added strings and harmonies.”

A Little Bit of Sickness

Eric Harrison

In this follow up to 1999's 'Breakfast', New Jersey's Eric Harrison has delivered a rough, rugged and organic collection of rock songs. 'The Sweetest Ache' and 'Friendly Town' are well crafted, as can be said of most of the material in this collection. While Harrison clearly favours the heavier numbers, his singing style can sound a little incongruous and nowhere near as convincing as on the quieter, more country orientated material like 'Crying in Your Sleep'. That aside, 'A Little Bit Of Sickness' sits snugly, somewhere between Buffalo Tom and early Soul Asylum. The magnificent cover drawing by Stephanie Natiello is also worthy of mention.

Americana UK, 2005

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Pathosaurus (Selected Demos 1990-1992)

Eric Harrison

If you had to categorize Harrison's songs, you might describe them as acoustic-oriented punk death poetry. Not that I want to make light of what he's doing, because I happen to like this collection of dark, sarcastic and serious urban folk tunes. He plays primarily a simple rhythm style on electric guitar, and his melodies are catchy enough for commercial airplay. But it's the lyrics that count here, and Harrison provides a complete lyric sheet as part of the package. Here's a sample of his poetic style:


They're back-slappin' gun-totin' lookin' hard

Comparing the colors of their credit cards

Come from all around to sell the trash they bought

They wanna stop your world 'cause they're not getting off


That's from "Hollow Years." So if you're into pain, anger, and the angst of a black coated poet, this is for you. The guy can write well, sort of like a hybrid of early Dylan, Patti Smith, Roger Waters . . . you know, those depressoids whose songs became appealing on a worldwide scale. Harrison dedicates this tape to Dorie Hagler and Joey Ramone. A very entertaining tape; "and the Band Played 'Freebird'" is really funny and sadly true.

Terrence Mulligan - The Insider, 1993

Trails of the Pathosaurus

The Songs of Eric Harrison

Those who have heard "Freebird" one time too many (music's answer to mathematics' universal set) should buy Eric Harrison's Pathosaurus if for no other reason than to have a personal copy of "and the Band Played 'Freebird'," a chilling exposition of the best criminal defense since PMS. Equally good reasons, however, abound.
Harrison's best work on both Pathosaurus and his prior collection, Anyone Can Fill Your Shoes, exhibits the strengths of Elvis Costello (Harrison's voice could garner him the lead role in DeclanMacManusMania if there ever is such a thing) and Bob Dylan, his two most obvious influences. Characterized by deft lyric turns and a delivery that serves a subpoena on mind and soul, the songs are tight, pop-folk gems bristling with wry sarcasm and desperate longing. These two tapes, furthermore, are radiant with more incandescent moments than most songwriters can muster in a career. Comparisons of Harrison to Costello and Dylan are not uninvited. The tunes are punctuated with allusions to the masters of his craft. (Costelloisms like "punch the clock" and "crocodile tears" abound; "I Wanna Be Bob" speaks for itself.) Harrison's implied confidence in his ability is not, thankfully, unmerited.
My personal favorite, "Astroboy," from Shoes, boasts a set of lyrics worthy of any songwriter you can name.
Yeah she's got a brand new boy/He draws the shade, locks the door/She swoons his lips drip poetry/Tell me who's gonna wipe the floor?
Equally impressive are the haunting "Hospital Steps," the plaintive "Secret Place" and the slashing, cynical "This is America," from Pathosaurus, and "Lipstick Case" and "Hello John" from Shoes. In addition to masterful turns of phrase, Harrison also adeptly depicts the broad cast of characters who populate his songs (lovers and the loveless, beatniks and businessmen, yuppies and junkies, yokels and wanderers) and treats a disparate array of themes (political correctness, suburban malaise, addictions of all sorts, loneliness, etc.).
Shoes is the more fully realized of the two projects. It features the Crash Chorus, a band consisting of Harrison, his brother, and two childhood friends and displays a variety of styles and disciplined, but not overly reserved arrangements. My one gripe about the collection is that all the lyrics are not printed. A cheap ploy to get people to listen to the tape repeatedly if I've ever seen one. Pathosaurus, recorded on a 4-track machine this August (Shoes was produced in a New Jersey studio) is an almost entirely acoustic collection of demos reminiscent of Pete Townsend's Scoop. Almost all the lyrics are printed too. Though Pathosaurus is the more uneven in that in its comprehensiveness (there are a lot of good songs on this tape) it tends to recycle Harrison's themes (note the recurrence of pill popping people and "secret"/"some other" places), both tapes share a single-minded dedication to song and voice, and not to band, singer or image.
All of this praise should not suggest that Harrison's work has not shortcomings, but it is important to point out that these shortcomings are primarily a function of the class of songwriter into which he has put himself. For example, I would suggest that the fabric of reference and experience Harrison employs is not as dense as that of his mentors. But a moderately unfavorable comparison to Dylan and Costello is, I hope, to praise with faint damnation.
The more serious criticisms of Harrison's work are two-fold. First, his 'angry young man' stance tends to focus a bit too much on rather obvious targets like yuppie greed, bourgeois hypocrisy, redneck stupidity, and intellectual smugness. He thus covers ground that writers (again, like Dylan and Costello) have already covered more convincingly. To his credit, however, Harrison usually makes the most of his opportunities by turning these occasions into memorable songs. Essentially he is much more adept at depicting inner life and relations between individuals ("Lipstick Case" and "Neither There Nor Here" are exemplary) than he is at depicting outer life. Certain sections of "Secret Safety Net," "Something to Defend" and "Hollow Years" tend toward sloganeering and, I believe, illustrate this point. "Astroboy," on the other hand, unifies the public and the private by suggesting social relations through personal relations and is reminiscent, in this respect, of Billy Bragg's better work.
Secondly, in certain instances Harrison tends to, quite unnecessarily, put his thumb on the scales of songs he otherwise balances quite carefully. For example, the last line of "Running Out of Runway" ("crash landing up ahead") is objectionable not because it is incongruous, but rather because it spells out what the rest of the song successfully suggests. It is canned laughter to a joke that is already funny. These instances suggest that Harrison, for all his self-confidence, somewhat distrusts his poetic gift. He needn't.
The best part about this entire deal is that one needn't take my word for any of this. Eric Harrison is a 2L right here at Georgetown and plays solo at the In Chambers Pub on Fridays from 3-6 p.m. Go hear him play before you plunk down your hard applied-for student loan dollars on his tapes at our friendly corner bookstore. Go if for no other reason than to not feel like a complete dork 5 or 10 years down the line when the rest of the world will know what you missed out on.

Carl Settlemeyer, The Georgetown Review

Anyone Can Fill Your Shoes

Eric Harrison's Crash Chorus

This one grew on me.
Harrison is an Elvis C. disciple who does his role model proud by writing good, economical 3-minute confessions. Like old Declan (and Graham Parker and the rest of the class of '79), Eric Harrison expresses his anger and disillusionment with endless word play, although by the end of the album I was wishing the Crash Chorus would just smash their instruments to relieve all the serious tension.
If this is their first recorded venture it shows promise - strong songwriting, good singing, thoughtful production.

Paula Carino - The Splatter Effect, 1990