A glimpse into the future where seemingly disparate influences like Hank Williams, Mick and Keith, Jimmy Cliff, and Morphine share rounds.
Dateline 1999: With Nashville cranking out a clanking assembly line of belly-button-baring android bimbos and hat-wearing cyborg hick hunks, and with alt.country and "y'allternative" flinging a stink on Western Wear like the rise and fall of "grunge" tainted the flannel shirt, it was high time for a new living, breathing, shitting, bleeding animal.
Enter Waco World. Renew!! Renew!!
Waco World kicks out over a dozen piss and pint glass-fueled anthems that show a whole new set of aces up their fringed sleeves, and features the crusading work of converts Rick "Cookin" Sherry (Devil in a Woodpile) on washboard, Kelly Hogan on vocals, and the Poi Dog Pondering horn section.
Stretching out in the studio as never before, the Waco Brothers deliver Waco World as a glimpse into the future where seemingly disparate influences like Hank Williams, Mick and Keith, Jimmy Cliff, and Morphine share rounds. The menacing, but somehow uplifting and exciting "Pigsville" is a fucking radio hit in a better alternate universe. "Fire Down Below" and "The Hand That Throws the Bottle Down" defy categorization, a little soul, a little reggae, a little post-punk blues, with the Wacos inescapable twisted take on roots, and "Corrupted" crackles with their equally inescapable rock energy. ""Red Brick Wall" is the crowd fave that, every time they perform it in Texas, the roar is hair-raising.
The spirits are here--you just have to open a bottle and open your mind.
(Sidenote: The whole "Waco World" premise came to being at a Lower East Side NYC pizza joint after many cocktails during the CMJ music conference. Bloodshot Rob noted how much bass player Alan looked like Yul Brynner. The rest is history...)
The spirits are there--you just have to open a bottle and open your mind.
Fire Down Below
Red Brick Wall