Kelly and Neko nestle up to each other, with only a thin layer of vinyl betwixt them, and channel the rebellious spirit of the Coal Miner's Daughter.
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.
Backed by Detroit's Two Star Tabernacle (featuring a young, pre-White Stripes Jack White, on piano and guitar).
We remember being absolutely FLOORED when Rhett played us this song for the first time. There is a roughness, an anger to it, yet, as with all thing 97, it's tuneful as hell.
First Waco recording: their two-fisted ode to our country's political and moral decline backed by their blazing rendition of Jimmy Cliff's country anthem.
Get the Gore’s innocent and insolent sound finds both the gum-snapping punk in the Ronettes and the sweet and dirty romance in the Stooges. It is brash, cute and killer.
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.
With this 7" Rex and the Boys put their brand on two classic country giants: Freddy Fender and Poison. Yes, Poison.
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.
Roaring out of the Ozarks with a bottle in one hand and a bible in the other, Ha Ha Tonka mix sanctified four-part harmonies and blistering rock.
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.
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.