Within their realm of unabashed purveyors of straight, hard-edged honky-tonk, the band still manages to come off as fresh and innovative.
Soul lives below the belt, and whether you’re looking to be grinding it slow or shaking it up good, the Cobras bring it tough and tender, savage and sweet. Tied and true.
103 Degrees in June documents one of those nights when the music takes over, when the crowd and the band feed off one another and no one minds being soaked to the skin.
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.
Blacklisted is the record where Neko fully defines her voice as an artist, both vocally and musically, and gives us an intensely intimate work that evokes a dark elegance with a hint of twang.
GP finds himself at the absolute top of his game and in the midst of a extended creative hot streak. Don’t Tell Columbus crackles with desperation and redemption sung with rich, passionate power
The spirit of X and Dock Boggs inspire thirteen originals, that'll charm all the snakes on the premises.
Using the songs of the late Doug Sahm—the Cosmic Cowboy--the Rockets raise their own bad-ass freak flag and kick out the grooves
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.
Wherein we venture into Books on CD territory with an aural barrage of strange field hollers, crusty mountain music, abrasive beat free-form and Afro-Cuban jazz. Also, it sometimes makes us laugh so hard we spit up our pumpkin lattes.
Puttin' the ass back in bluegrass; songs about shallow graves, winning the Sweepstakes, pot-smoking, and other topics deemed unsavory by fusspot standards.
Let Neko sing you one of her lullabies. It may not help much, but it helps to have something to listen to while you are cutting your ex’s face out of all the photos.
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.
Nobacon raises the rogue flag and sets the sails aflame with a rousing set of riot-folk and heretical sea shanties.