Cowboy in Flames
A roots-punk must have. Brimming with grim romanticism, and joyous, near ecstatic, drunken stomps. Join the cause as the Wacos strip the fat and greasepaint off country music's carcass and build a pagan temple out of its bones.
The second chapter in the saga of Los Hermanos Wacos, Cowboy in Flames is widely regarded as THE perfect marriage of punk, liquor and roots. It's a wicked little skunk tossed into the tent of bloated, corrupt excesses. Making good on their promise (or was that a threat??) of their first record, the Wacos deliver a slab brimming with grim romanticism, and joyous, near ecstatic, drunken stomps. Join the cause as they strip the fat and greasepaint off country music's carcass and build a pagan temple out of its bones.
In addition to anthemic (and we don't bandy that word around lightly) originals like the angry and defiant "See Willy Fly By," the title track, the joyously pagan gospel of "Take Me to the Fires," and every parents/significant others' behavior primer "Do What I Say," there are scalding versions of country classics "White Lightning," "Wreck On The Highway," and "Big River"---rendered here into no country we know.
Still not convinced? How's about the T. Rex infused "Out There A Ways" or the Bo-Diddley beat in "Out in the Light?" Or mebbe the two-wheels-on-the-guardrail romp "Waco Express?" Or the last word on burying the Nashville pretenders, the nursery rhyming, spilling blood on the forgotten bones "Death of Country Music?"
This baby's got more hip shakers on it than Get Your Ya's Ya's Out. We think you'll agree--Cowboy In Flames is a sure tonic to wash the taste of disgust out of a parched nation's throat.
Seriously, most of the songs on this record are bonafide classics. Don't make us choose...