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.
Brings the Hully Gully into the 21st century soaked with sweat, and do justice to the legacies of both Motown and Detroit Rock City---a thrashy, sexy powerhouse.
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.
One of the most instantly identifiable voices in roots music wraps it around whacked-out hillbilly barn-burners, dusty desert ballads, and Hank Williams-meets-George Gershwin dance floor warmers
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.
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").
It is, simply put, the last word in tiki-inflected, spaghetti western, when's-the-Rat-Pack-showin'-up? geezer rock.
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.
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.
Wayne personifies the two great American musical inventions, jazz and country, and Tulsa creates its own style of uncompromising western swing; as much Gershwin as Hank; equal parts Art Blakley and Bob Wills.
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.
Only the choicest cuts of surf, bluegrass, spaghetti western spookiness, garage punk, country murder ballads, and gospel.