An exuberant, noisy, custom job of mutant string-band sensibilities tricked out with crafty original songwriting and delivered with a confident, sly, sexy grin.
Live style urban hillbilly rave-ups, replete with soaring vocals, rollicking guitars, and a joyously grim sense of humor.
All motorcycle boots and sneers, they rode a squall of throat-grabbing feedback and Stonesy musical middle fingers. They were as much Thunders and Reed as anything country.
DEBUT CD. Some writer sent us this CD from Canada and said "You should put this out!" After listening to it about 8400 times in office (over a two day period), we agreed.
Biram's blend of punk, delta blues, and hillbilly throws down the boogie gauntlet and sends a feral bolt of brimstone south of your studded leather belt.
This is gospel for the 13th circle, and he's singing it like his feet are already halfway in the fires.
Debut CD whips up a witches brew of hillbilly hellfire and blues brimstone full of the locomotive rhythms of traditional bluegrass, the intensity of Mississippi roadhouse blues, and the full-on sonic assault of Slayer.
From dynamic atmospherics and psychedelic melancholy to pulsing T. Rex glam boogie and down and dirty southern ROCK, BBJ and host of guests deliver.
Bravely forges a blend of hopped-up bluegrass, jangly Camper Van Beethoven-ish grooves, Jeannie C. Riley style singing, and a barely contained enthusiasm for AM rock and new wave.
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