Originally released as a limited/signed edition EP of 2000 that, as you can imagine, disappeared pretty quickly
Kelly's voice is front and center as she treats you to a Dusty Springfield on a Staples Singers jag vibe. We'll let the hairs standing on the back of your neck decide if we're lying.
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.
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.
Get the Gore’s innocent and insolent sound finds both the gum-snapping punk in the Ronettes and the sweet and dirty romance in the Stooges. It is brash, cute and killer.
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
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.
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.
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.
When your head is hitting the ground; when you're picking gravel from your knees; when you've spent the night gathering up your clothes, Exile on Main Street and Ooh La La LPs she threw out the window onto the lawn the night before--then you're ready for Deadstring Brothers.
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.
An irresistible match between the Harry Smith creak of our American musical backwaters and the easy-on-the-way-down psychedelic vibe of the Fairport Convention and Buffalo Springfield. Jim & Jennie make you feel like they're your traveling companions through the past and into what is to be.
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.
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.