Only the choicest cuts of surf, bluegrass, spaghetti western spookiness, garage punk, country murder ballads, and gospel.
Originally released as a limited/signed edition EP of 2000 that, as you can imagine, disappeared pretty quickly
Roaring out of the Ozarks with a bottle in one hand and a bible in the other, Ha Ha Tonka mix sanctified four-part harmonies and blistering rock.
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.
A modern-day troubadour, Earle blends genres seamlessly, framing his songs in warm musical settings and creating tunes that could easily be mistaken for classics.
Melds the qualities of a short story with the lyrical acuity of excellent songs, blowing a fresh breeze across the musical gardens and dive bars of Nashville.
Boasts the tunesmanship of The Faces and the barroom howl of The Band. The album testifies to the soul-saving grace of rock n’ roll.
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
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.
Moves seamlessly between rockabilly, honky-tonk, and country. So giddy and unaffected, you'd think they were wide-eyed little kids at Christmas staring into a department store window full of cool old records.
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.
Freely and unashamedly mixing the hearts and souls of country, honky-tonk, rockabilly, blues and whatever else gets feet to tappin' and parties to hoppin'.
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.