CHILI COLD BLOOD: Rock N Roll Motherfucker Redux: CD

Initial Observation: Two dudes in cowboy hats and one in a trucker cap. Initial Thoughts: Cripes, why me? Expanded Post-Contact Observations: Damn decent (by my admittedly minimally qualified standards) Miller High Life drinkin’ white boy neo-Delta blues (a far superior strain of the blues than that shitty Chicago blues that, owing to my unfortunate geographical placement, i am often subjected to) (although the singer does occasionally emit otherworldly ululations similar to the Windy City’s own three hundred pounds of heavenly joy, Howlin’ Wolf, so what the fudge do i know?), with some of the bitchenest pedal steel playing since that first Rose Tattoo album (though, to quickly clarify, this band sounds nothing like Rose Tattoo, or anything from the Southern Hemisphere, really). In this day and age, you gotta be Kinda On Your Shit to be able to sing about booze, trucker speed, and manslaughter without coming off as another pack of generic louts attempting to convince anyone stupid enough to listen to them that they’re the 112th coming of Nine Pound Hammer; and Kinda On Their Shit Chili Cold Blood indeed is. Neat. BEST SONG: “Midnight Creep” BEST SONG TITLE: “I Feel Fine,” just because it amuses me that they wrote a song that shares a title with a Beatles song. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The drummer’s name is “Bagpiper,” but the absence of a bagpipe player in the band makes checking for reciprocity impractical.  –norb (Shake Your Ass)