This is a match made in heaven (or at least the coolest corner of hell).
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
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, ("Queen of the World), Johnny Cash/Ray Charles ("Busted"), Lefty Frizzell ("I'm An Old, Old Man"), a chilling version of the Leon Payne bizarro tale of tragedy and murder "Psycho" (also covered by Elvis Costello and the Beasts of Bourbon," 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." And only Andre can come up with a couplet like "Hey Truckers, bad mother....," well, you can guess the rest (from "Hey Truckers").
Recorded and produced in Detroit MI during the New Year's Day blizzard of 1999 by Jim Diamond (White Stripes, Gore Gore Girls, Dirtbombs, Volebeats, Electric Six, etc...), no one was able to leave the building for 4 days. They all went quite insane.
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!!