All info I’m able to suss out indicate an origin of Wisconsin, but they could’ve easily come from Texas, given their almost schizophrenic output here. You get by turns, punk, country, roots rock, art-damage, and full-blown psychedelia here, with the band bouncing from one to the next with no apparent rhyme or reason other than they feel like it. Does it work? Well, it does make the noggin ache after a spell and one ultimately wishes they’d manage to find a way to distill all of their influences into one unique and gloriously fucked up sound; but yeah, they manage to pull it off, primarily because they’re quite adept at all the above. Betting they’re a hoot live, too. 

 –jimmy (Wood Chickens, facebook.com/woodchickensband)