A crazy, woozy trip through the upper reaches of the big tent. Imagine yourself swaying between the poles on a trapeze...
Five song EP featuring Andre with his shit-hot touring band, The Goldstars.
One part rock, one part R&B and all parts Andre having fun and doing his thing.
The muddy work boots, anarchic stage shows and fondness for committing musical “pure butchery” of the Wacos match up with the stylish craft and classicism of Paul Burch, a Nashville songwriting treasure.
The songs tap into grooves as disparate as Turkish maqsoum, Punjabi bhangra, Jamaican ska, Greek rebetiko, classic punk and old-school mambo.
Rabble-rousing in the finest old school punk tradition. Comfortable with invisible eyes in the sky? Jon sure as hell isn't.
Tips its hat to road-map influences from Motown to Mellencamp, the Delta bluesmen to folk pickers of ‘60s Greenwich Village---the result is a singular sound spurred on by years spent on tour honing something rare that is altogether its own.
Psychopharmacology contains the requisite disgruntlement of a Firewater album, and all of angst-ridden underpinnings of testosterone-laced pop.
A rousing 12 pack of songs from a band not unfamiliar with 12 packs. This is one helluva party platter packed with classic singalong athems from their first 5 albums.
Hoods and Shades is perhaps the most intriguing, feel-oriented, thematically driven effort yet from this musical legend. Andre got together with his “Detroit boys” to record, as he called it, “the Andre Williams folk album.”
An homage to a collection of songs that, in one way or another, dented Firewater main man Tod A's brain. Some daring and inventive deconstruction and reassembling.
Even when he’s at his most quiet, it doesn’t get any more real—or more loud—than Scott H Biram.
SHB maintains the blues-metal-countrypunk-rock but strengthens it with crack guitar playing and shrewdly-crafted songwriting.
Their explosive live performance at Jack White's Third Man studio was nigh-instantaneously pressed up on wax and ready for sale...