Andre Williams Red Dirt

O.K. sugarbabies; are you sitting down? Well, get your asses up and prepare to shake the proverbial tailfeather--because Andre "Mr Rhythm" Williams is BACK and he's baaaaaad!! Bloodshot Records is pleased, nay, honored to bring you this platter: Red Dirt, 14 country-SOUL smokers slathered in grit and grease and Andre's high-mileage, velvety growl, with sexy booty bottom provided by Toronto's masters of spaghetti western-surf-garage-punk, The Sadies. This is a menage a trois made in heaven (or leastways the coolest corner of hell):

Andre + Sadies = L.U.V.!!!

Check it out, chilluns: a passle of cover tunes (from the likes of the Bottle Rockets, Harlan Howard, Eddy Arnold, Lefty Frizzell, and a Katy-run-for-cover version of Johnny Paycheck's "Pardon Me, I've Got Someone to Kill"—sung like he means it), and a tasty array of brand spankin' new originals co-birthed by Andre and the Sadies. There's the slinky slayer "Weapon of Mass Destruction" (you know you got it, ladies), the everyman lament "My Sister Stole My Woman," and the insidiously catchy "She's A Bag of Potato Chips."

This record's got it all, babies!!! It'll get you up on the down stroke, it's got Memphis Stax/Volt soul grooves, it's got Johnny Cash boom-chicka-ka-BOOM, it's got Screamin' Jay gospel menace, it's got smooth, "how ya doin, ladies?", crooning, and it's got, well, Andre-ance. He even rhymes "cash" with "ass" and makes it work!!! All of this is tenderized and infused with groove gravy for a finger-lickin' good time. Time to EAT!!

"You parents can keep on worryin' about that 'dangerous' Marilyn Manson character if you want. However, I'm here to warn you about one of the most perilous men wandering the underground music circuit these days ... Red Dirt is THE connection between Merle Haggard, R & B gone skittish and some bedside croonin' that's sure to drive you cuh-ray zee!" —Splendid E-Zine

"Williams and the Sadies meet figuratively in Memphis and find much more in common that perhaps either of them originally thought. Hearing Williams' gut-wrenching soul singing paired with the mournful pedal steel and fiddle of the Sadies makes country-soul not an oxymoron, but a consummation." —Exclaim