DBT Review (Bring on the corpse-eating pigs.)
This is for an album that's been out a while. But it's well written. And I truely am on a mission. I want to turn as many people into this band as I can. OK, now that I have your attention, I want to turn as many people on to this band as I can. One unreconstructed red neck at a time.
Read the review here at Blender.com.
Excerpts:
Their homeland is full of poverty, guns, jail, whores, cursing and death; add some corpse-eating pigs, and you’d have an episode of Deadwood.
Last year, the Truckers began their great album Decoration Day with songs about incest and tornadoes, and they start this slightly less great follow-up with songs about moonshine and tornadoes — the trio of singing guitarists play with Southern stereotypes the way rappers play with African-American stereotypes
If a northerner wrote these songs, he’d be lynched at the Mason-Dixon line. But the Truckers, as backwoods philosophers, want to figure out where masculinity goes wrong and leads straight to jail.
“Lookout Mountain,” a Neil Young–style stomper with guitars that reek of petrol, is gloriously cathartic. When the unemployed narrator in “Puttin’ People on the Moon” starts dealing drugs to pay the rent, you know his story won’t end happily. Bring on the corpse-eating pigs.
Read the review here at Blender.com.
Excerpts:
Their homeland is full of poverty, guns, jail, whores, cursing and death; add some corpse-eating pigs, and you’d have an episode of Deadwood.
Last year, the Truckers began their great album Decoration Day with songs about incest and tornadoes, and they start this slightly less great follow-up with songs about moonshine and tornadoes — the trio of singing guitarists play with Southern stereotypes the way rappers play with African-American stereotypes
If a northerner wrote these songs, he’d be lynched at the Mason-Dixon line. But the Truckers, as backwoods philosophers, want to figure out where masculinity goes wrong and leads straight to jail.
“Lookout Mountain,” a Neil Young–style stomper with guitars that reek of petrol, is gloriously cathartic. When the unemployed narrator in “Puttin’ People on the Moon” starts dealing drugs to pay the rent, you know his story won’t end happily. Bring on the corpse-eating pigs.
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 6:26 PM
1 comments:
The Drive By Truckers are one of the best bands you can possibly see. I saw them on the Decoration Day tour at The Orange Peel In Asheville NC...they played for three solid hours with a three minute break! Good raw Southern rock N Roll. Ed aint kidding!
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