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.
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.
Rico & The Snakehandlers kick out these stories with all the grace and subtlety of the Pogues riding horses into a funeral parlor.
A Celtic-infused brand of Leeds high lonesome soul from the suave and lady-killing accordionist of the Mekons.
On this album, TMP has distilled their attack down to the essentials: three parts liquid nitro, three parts stare-into-the-bottom-of-the-glass heartbreak, and four parts Let's Take It Outside, Short Pants.
Few have been better over the past 30 years at crafting truly irresistible hooks than GP and this album has more good ones than a Sugar Ray Leonard fight. His pen is as sharp as ever, as is his effortless coupling of punk’s energy and American R&B and soul’s swagger.
Captures a band just finding its voice. You've got all the hard-charging, punk-fueled country energy which make the 97s' live shows the stuff of legend and the hints of the major label power pop leanings.
It's an alluring concoction of gritty, rambunctious NYC garage rock and sexy southwestern stylings. Inspired, cross-cultural pollination that is both dead on sexy and full of punkish abandon.
A fascination with early 70's classic country, and some gen-u-ine Nashville soul, but also delivers a quick sucker punch to the past through literate, biting songwriting.
Intimate and personal, a perfect blend of orchestral sweep and glam rock swagger. A true masterpiece.
For years around Chicago, Nora has been an in-demand hired assassin of singing to the hit-making hoi polloi, but here she scootches over just a little bit to center stage where she belongs.
Using all the tools they had handy—mandolins, fiddles, crack songwriting and a baaad-ass singer—they created a record that pays due reverence to the giants of bluegrass like Ralph Stanley, RATT and ABBA.
Makes touchstones out of Neil Young’s "Harvest" and the Stones’ "Dead Flowers" as easily as Tammy Wynette’s "Stand by Your Man," ranges freely from blistering rock to the lonesomeness of a weary troubadour.
Full of effortless pop smarts and early rock n roll style, casting his creative powers in a whole new light and elevating his craft. Think Buddy Holly in Nashville duds.
A document of heartache and joy on a scale both universal and intimately personal, displaying an independent multicultural rock outfit at the top of its powers.