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'She said - Baby I only got two problems with you.
It's the things that you say and the things that you
do...'
- I hear you Brother. Woah, yeah.
 Waahaaaawwwwoooowwwww! All Aboard the
riotous, rockin' train to where the fuck ever, piloted
by your Hound Dog hollerin' juiced up cataclysm crew.
Opening like 'Everybody Needs Somebody' with fake
audience and old-school MC announcing the nights main
attraction (and many a night thereafter, I'll wager)
the moment the doors shut and the train moves off we
are instantly shoved in a secret carriage, doors
locked behind us, and can only be released when you
start a-dancin' and whoopin' it up to the rollickin'
rollin' rampant rockabilly (tho' not, as the cheat
sheets helpfully tell us, like your daddy's old school
rockabilly, and thankfully not like join the dots
psychobilly thrash) of this buncha reprobates. Whaddya
wanna know? Sounds? Well, a devilish degenerate fury
of Reverend Horton Heat, Redneck Girlfriend, tho not
quite so country, and The Legendary Shack*Shakers, tho
not nearly as bonkers, tho head howler Ted Boyko does
share a penchant with Col JD Wilkes for being rather
nifty on the old harp is shoved onto the table in a
suitably menacing, spiteful and rip-roaring manner.
And if you've put your fried chicken down and are licking your greasy fingers and smacking your
dribbling lips in anticipation of some rampaging 9
Pound Hammer boogie then hop in you're right at home,
baby. They deal 'em out thick and fast, sucking the
air outta your lungs with hellheated hooks, livin' on
your breath and pulling their strings. 'Hillbilly Throwdown' rattles around your like an updated 'Ghostriders In The Sky', detailing the shit that hits
when the Hucks holler into town. 'Honky-Tonk Angel' is
a modern day answer song to Loretta Lynn's 'Don't Come
Home From Drinkin' (With Lovin' On Your Mind)' - 'What
was I thinking staying out all night long drinking /
When I shoulda been home with you in your lovin' arms'
- and drag me out to the dunny and bestialize me with
a doorknob if 'Doghouse Blues' ain't the damndest
dashing of voodoo slink I heard in aeons. And I still
hear ya, loud and clear as a Gretsch - 'Ain't no sense
to worry / Ain't gonna try...I Guess I'll be a poor
boy till the day I die.' 'Chop Top Bop' is the perfect
platform for some dueling harps type scenario with
Col JD Wilkes of the Shack*Shakers. 'Railroad Bill'
ransacks the whole bloody South with piratical dash
and fervour. And is glorious...'I'm gonna drink my liquor, gonna drink it at will / Doctor said it'd kill
me but he didn't say when'. 'Unlucky With The Ladies'
is a fantastic, wry grinning shrug to life's little
ups and downs and all but rounds off this superb little frolicker. Cowpunk.
CountryBillyRockinPsychoSkronk. Give it a name. Any
name. Doesn't stop that old midnight train hurtling
ever onwards faster than anyone'll ever dare ride
again. Fuckin' awesome.
Aaaah fuck 'em. A Lucky 13 out of a luckier 7!!
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