"It's so direct and honest, it's almost painful ... All the songs are about sex and death and drinking. If you listen to early George Jones, it's simple, three-chord stuff where the subject is everyday life ... It could be the Buzzcocks."
On RESIST!, Chicago's original punk cowboys, The Waco Brothers, play protest songs about the folks getting shoved down, and songs about the system that’s doing the shoving. The band’s 25-year songbook remains alarmingly relevant. They can be political, they can be personal, and sometimes there is no difference. Their shout-along manifestos and strident tomfoolery make for a potent elixir in times when reason and humor are at odds.
With a body of work known for the indelicate and raucous, this may be their most deliberate and punchy yet—no one’s more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose. The title can be read two different ways, after all.
Oft performed, never recorded...here's a raw-kus collection of mutilated covers from the ample arsenal of the Wacos.
The band mines the same raw, rootsy territory as the Waco Brothers, with the prominence of the fiddle and mandolin adding a bit more traditional feel. Dean trades lead vocals with The Meat Purveyors’ Jo Walston. Midwest nasal meets Texas twang!
The muddy work boots, anarchic stage shows and fondness for committing musical “pure butchery” of the Wacos match up with the stylish craft and classicism of Paul Burch, a Nashville songwriting treasure.
A rousing 12 pack of songs from a band not unfamiliar with 12 packs. This is one helluva party platter packed with classic singalong athems from their first 5 albums.
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.
Debut CD: A perfect excuse to raise your glass and curse your boss. Pick it up and yell along, because, like us, you're mad as hell and you're not gonna take it anymore!!!
Cuts about dismantling democracy, going for a drink, golfers disguised as national leaders, and meeting the enemy head on with a good, hair-raising, boozy cackle.
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.
The Wacos find fresh ways to gleefully and despondently tell it like it is--the warts, the injustice, and the crushed dreams--without batting an eye or spilling a drop.
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.