Carves out a sound that befits their geographic location -- the desert turned city, smack dab between Bakersfield and Texas. Packed with sand, sweat, rattlesnake scars, and, dare we say, cojones.
This disc scoots and swings, swoons and sighs, and leaves a greasy $20 bill on the bar as a tip. Perfect music to keep time to by banging a longneck on the bar.
On their debut album, they deliver a menacing sound that draws equally on the melancholy of country ballads and the abandon of rock and blues
Robbie presents lost gems by some of the unsung heroes of country music--the ones who lurk in the fringes, dark alleys and dusty attics. Covers the dark, the tragic and, of course, the humor that's so painfully missing from today's country music.
Don’t let the title fool you, this album is all original material: old school honky-tonk grooves, hum along roots/pop finger-snappers, bluegrass foot stomps, and some genuinely hi-larious novelties.
This is THE record for dusting off the high-balls, putting a John Wayne DVD in the player, swapping lies about your visit to the Playboy Mansion, and dreaming of faraway scantily clad native gals running down white sand beaches.
A genre-bending collaboration between the renowned novelist Jonathan Lethem ("Motherless Brooklyn," "Fortress of Solitude") and songwriter Walter Salas-Humara of the Silos. The result always cuts against simple interpretation, pushing all the charm toward menace, and the sorrow toward ecstasy.
One of our best sellers ever and genuine MUST HAVE for anyone looking for one of the linchpin albums of the late 90's.
The honky-tonk chops are impeccable, the pop smarts undeniable, and Robbie's vocal abilities infuse themselves into every song with just the right tone needed; a snarl, a smile or sadness.
Within their realm of unabashed purveyors of straight, hard-edged honky-tonk, the band still manages to come off as fresh and innovative.
It is the music of back porches on hot summer nights, staring down a baking section of dirt road, and of getting crocked on the homemade stuff. It's all here.
Swing Time was recorded live over a few nights where he is most at home: the stage of Austin’s fabled roadhouse extraordinaire, The Continental Club. In the glare of the stage lights, Wayne and his tick-tight band kick it out and rescue country’s heritage from the clutches of the Nashville pretenders.
Steel Guitar Heart Attack shows us all that you don’t need words, man, you just need a good rhythm while you’ve got the gin in the shaker.