Takes you back to a place where men were hot for their women, women were hot for their men, where rickety run-down back porches were alive with spirit and song, good company, and ample quantities of BBQ and booze.
Imagine Johnny Cash's patented boom-chicka-boom played through Dick Dale's amp and delivered with the recklessness of the hey day of De-Troit Rock City.
There's even a haunting little ditty with Neko Case ("Cowhand").
Get rocked by the garage-punk meets western-movie soundtrack as wells as their newfound fondness for hefty doses of psychedelia and mellow SoCal country.
When asked to name her musical influences for this effort, Hogan rattled off a Rain Man-like list that started something like "Lotte Lenya, Charlie Rich, Howard Tate, and Ronnie Van Zant..." and went on and on, as she is apt to do.
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.
Originally released as a limited/signed edition EP of 2000 that, as you can imagine, disappeared pretty quickly
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.
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.
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").
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
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.
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.
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.