Quoth Lydia: "We rehearsed for about a week and then went into the studio with a couple thirty packs and knocked it out. It's my rock and roll tribute to baseball pants and youth."
As hopeful as it is dark, modern as it is historical. City and country. MP3 and dusty 45. It’s autobiographical and all-embracing storytelling.
The album is rooted deeply in the interplay between Fulks and a brilliant cast of Appalachian-style slingers
The Bottle Rockets’ 1st and 2nd albums are widely revered as not only two of the band’s finest releases, but also two formative, flagship recordings in the nascent era of a now-broadly recognized genre. Classics.
The band toys with the theme of living beyond a normal lifetime- the concept of reliving and rewriting our lives, and the lessons we can all learn along the way, and marks a departure from their more stripped down style to one filled with lush instrumentation.
Tips its hat to road-map influences from Motown to Mellencamp, the Delta bluesmen to folk pickers of ‘60s Greenwich Village---the result is a singular sound spurred on by years spent on tour honing something rare that is altogether its own.
Known for their uniquely brooding sound that frequently conjures desolate imagery, on Bitter Drink, Bitter MoonMBD capture that familiar tone but also explore new territory, developing a richer, full-bodied sound.
Hoods and Shades is perhaps the most intriguing, feel-oriented, thematically driven effort yet from this musical legend. Andre got together with his “Detroit boys” to record, as he called it, “the Andre Williams folk album.”
To sum up: The space. The rivers. The tall grass. Went back to the folk and blues, back to Townes and Dylan, Jim Harrison and Sam Shepard, driving instead of flying.
Channels street corners on the wrong side of town with existential blues, garage rock and instrumentals that’d find a happy home in a Tarantino spy flick.
Takes the punk chutzpah of Langford and meshes it with the garage savvy of the Sadies, busting out 12 tracks to rattle the cage of genre purists. Bawdy, exuberant and, at times, full of surprising pop smarts.
A few thousand volts of roots rock moxie, punk disgust and country heart, and whether you're innocent or guilty you can still be sure that with this electric chair will get your attention.
A roots-punk must have. Brimming with grim romanticism, and joyous, near ecstatic, drunken stomps. Join the cause as the Wacos strip the fat and greasepaint off country music's carcass and build a pagan temple out of its bones.
Songs that crackle with the sweeping intensity of life in its totality—songs that evoke the jubilation of an early spring as effortlessly as the desolation of a Chicago winter.