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.
Nobacon raises the rogue flag and sets the sails aflame with a rousing set of riot-folk and heretical sea shanties.
The All-star cast consign songs of murder, mob law, and cruel, cruel punishment to the realm of myth, memory and history. Eighteen songs that are as old as the hills (though some were written last week) about America’s grim fascination with the savage cycle of crime and vengeance.
Full of ambition and a palpable sense of renewed determination, Zoysia leaps from the speakers and takes you on that long, strange trip.
Recreates those magical Saturday nights in the Old Hayloft when Chicago, not Nashville, was the capital of Hillbilly Music. A record as warm and crackly as that old tube radio in the attic.
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.
2 discs, 27 songs...full of death, murder and mayhem.
Classics, near classics and songs you've never heard of by a cavalcade of stars, near stars and people you've never heard of.
Mark's earthy voice and lyrics embody a sheen style not unlike Magnetic Fields, Ennio Morricone, Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave getting together to drink moose blood and play four-handed Texas Hold 'Em
Enough sass, sorrow, and spit to rattle anyone foolish enough to think that bluegrass is boring festival music for the Camper Van set.
Rico & The Snakehandlers kick out these stories with all the grace and subtlety of the Pogues riding horses into a funeral parlor.
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.
The Blacks lay down a sound that will spook the timid, intrigue the willing, and arouse the troubled.
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.