The Jelly Bishops was a thinly veiled collaboration between the Mekons and Three Johns in 1986 - Tom Greenhalgh, Jon Langford and John Brennan (+ Hugo the 3 Johns drum machine) posed as the Jelly Bishops ("We are Ran
MF'n OUTLAW country. Whitey and the boys play with a muscular attack and energy that fills the album with an edge that Nashville’s misplaced or forgotten entirely.
Throughout the album is Exene’s characteristic blend of folk, deep country and poppy, wide open spaces. The album brings together the potential and innocence of young love, the gravity of departure, and the symbolic changing of seasons.
Loveless’s true-to-life testimonials hit and hit hard. Be it whiskey, men, god or alienation, Lydia takes them all on. Heady doses of punk rock energy and candor with the country classicism she was raised on; it’s a gutsy and unvarnished mash up.
Channels Them-era Van Morrison, New York style Lou Reed, and the omnipresent Bob Dylan. On Imaginary Television, GP combines indelible hooks, penchant for the British blues-rock revival with a touch of the reggae and biting political commentary to produce an incredibly solid record.
Psychedelic desert pop music. Straddles delirium and ecstasy, when the vultures circling overhead look like doves. It's the sound of a bead of condensation rolling down a beer glass at a grimy cantina.
They sit at the crossroads of Americana and indie, where Alabama meets Arcade Fire, shakes their hand and takes them out for a drink.
A record that’s perfect for late Indian summer nights on either the front porch or fire escape, Justin’s found yet another way to be a timeless original. As versed in Mance Lipscomb as he is in M. Ward.
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.
Rosie Flores—the Rockabilly Filly, and Jon Langford—head Mekon, Waco Brother and conductor of the Chicago-based collective the Pine Valley Cosmonauts, combine forces to blast a sonic contrail stretching from Texas to Wales.
A staple of their live shows that would, more often than not, bring the room to a boil.
Sweet, sexy, slow, fast and remarkably difficult to play, the Trilogy filled all your Material Girl Bluegrass needs.
Within the first song, you just know you’re hearing something special, that you are party to the unknown and exhilarating paths being explored by an artist on the creative ascendancy.
Roams o’er the vast landscape of American music without so much as a stumble.
The Voles channel the ghosts of all things groovy on this cover of the mammoth Parliament/Funkadelic song.