This particular down-home dandy of a disc drunkenly sparkles with a knee-slappin’ wallop of pure cryin’-in-your-beer country twang. It’s rodeo-ropin’, cowhide-brandin’, poker-playin’, whiskey-saturated outlaw music that vigorously rattles my old noggin somethin’ fierce! Indeed, these backwoods rebel-rousin’ hellions sure know how to throw one helluva hootin’-and-hollerin’ hoe-down and inspirationally spirited shindig. The yodeling-in-the-lonesome-sunset vocals are an aurally intoxicating home-brewed mishmash of Michael Stipe, Jello Biafra, Hank Williams, a redneck Peter Murphy, an inbred Beck, and Jed Clampett thoroughly drenched on a jug of lethal white lightning hooch. The rural roar of blazin’ banjo, hyperactive accordion, dribble-drop drums, get-up-and-go skee-daddle guitar, low-end finger-pop bass, and butt-blisterin’ bit of percussive Native American ghost-dance tribalism crossbred with raucous holy-rollin’ revivalism is just what my achin’ ears ordered, gawddamn! Yup, I’ll be playin’ this here buckin’ bronco of a recording ‘til the dogs ain’t a-howlin’ no more.
–Roger Moser Jr. (Alternative Tentacles)