Her languid, dreamy, smooth-as-honeyed whiskey voice will take you on a pleasing journey through the un-make believe lands of sorrow, betrayal, and emotional devastation.
Tight four-part harmonies and songs that combine a world-view that’s equal parts Carter Family and “American Chopper.”
On this album they've layered the sound up with dusty cloaks of reverb and echo and created a hillbilly noir classic. It's the Cramps, Dock Boggs, and Hasil Adkins all fronted by the hypnotizing vocals of Melissa Swingle.
A rowdy collection of music that exists between the clearly defined genres, nestled in the dark, nebulous cracks where punk and country and soul and pop and bluegrass and rock mix and mingle and mutate.
You better get in the cellar 'cause there's a tornado coming and it's called In The Mud, the second record from Split Lip Rayfield.
Kids music with a brain and that won't make the adults run screaming from the room.
The young will thrill to the sing-a-long tunes about ducks, squirrels, flies, newts and turtles, while the music geek in all of us will marvel at the dexterous harmonica and National steel guitar playing and super excellent vocals.
Ethereal, gorgeous, dreamy, and just downright satisfying.
Songs by John Cale, Procol Harem, Del Shannon, and others.
Taken as a whole, it is a dark and meditative album which also perfectly echoes a stark and melancholic setting.
Daddy’s Farm is bluegrass for metalheads. One of the strangest (and fastest) hybrids of metal, bluegrass, country you've ever heard,
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.
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.
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.
Magnificently conjures up the serious hoodoo that folks like Johnny Paycheck, George Jones, and Buck Owens were throwing down in their primes.
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.