Tight four-part harmonies and songs that combine a world-view that’s equal parts Carter Family and “American Chopper.”
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.
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.
Songs that crackle with the sweeping intensity of life in its totality—songs that evoke the jubilation of an early spring as effortlessly as the desolation of a Chicago winter.
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.
Plying the choppy sonic waves between the best aspects of the roots rock ghetto, mid-80's Minneapolis punk and the vaunted Chicago noise guitar scene.
There's even a startling cover of that long unheralded roots icon Cher ("Believe").
Songs of emotional wreckage done in the key of Bakersfield. Some of the best COUNTRY songwriting we've heard since the days of Johnny Paycheck and Charlie Walker. We mean it, man.
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.
Soul lives below the belt, and whether you’re looking to be grinding it slow or shaking it up good, the Cobras bring it tough and tender, savage and sweet. Tied and true.
The ghosts of Johnny Horton and Ricky Nelson are all over this one. Done LIVE in the studio to capture the energy and fun of a Riptones show.
Magnificently conjures up the serious hoodoo that folks like Johnny Paycheck, George Jones, and Buck Owens were throwing down in their primes.
Dollar Store proves that rock n’ roll imbued with genuine energy and dynamism trumps indecision and overdubs every time. Enjoy in moderation. Or, better yet, skip the moderation.