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
Takes the punk chutzpah of Langford and meshes it with the garage savvy of the Sadies, busting out 12 tracks to rattle the cage of genre purists. Bawdy, exuberant and, at times, full of surprising pop smarts.
Unaffected, unpretentious, unvarnished, un-sanitized, and, most importantly, un-Nashville-ized cuts from right beneath the noses of the Towers of Doom (i.e. Music Row)
Backed by Detroit's Two Star Tabernacle (featuring a young, pre-White Stripes Jack White, on piano and guitar).
Taken as a whole, it is a dark and meditative album which also perfectly echoes a stark and melancholic setting.
With her high-lonesome warble, and trademark slide-guitar mojo, Melissa Swingle sings sweet songs of love, but also delivers the goods to satisfy your dark side.
A near perfect melding of country and rock (but not country rock, dammit) and will get moneymakers shakin' from Bakersfield to Boston. Honky tonk stylings and indie-rock chutzpah...
A few thousand volts of roots rock moxie, punk disgust and country heart, and whether you're innocent or guilty you can still be sure that with this electric chair will get your attention.
This time around, SLR tries to reason with you before they bust your head, but when the fists start flying, don't say you weren't warned.
Debut CD: A perfect excuse to raise your glass and curse your boss. Pick it up and yell along, because, like us, you're mad as hell and you're not gonna take it anymore!!!
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.
26 tracks intended for the amusement of children and arrested adolescents everywhere.
Enjoy these songs full of cowbells, wolf calls, banjos, bongos, hiccups and rubber duckies.
First Waco recording: their two-fisted ode to our country's political and moral decline backed by their blazing rendition of Jimmy Cliff's country anthem.