Stu Gibson

Crosstops - Cloverleaf Fandango

Well, folks, I'm pleased to announce it sho beats Jamiroquia's funk odyssey tripe and our own dear guiarists blues odyssey (which goes "I know, lets do a blues jam" "FUCK OFF", "well I won't play then", "SO?"), and kicks the shit out nicely in a field along with other skewiff country-punk-metal tongue in cheek luminaries like Nine Pound Hammer, Supersuckers ,Kinky Friedman, Tex and The Horseheads, Pyscho66 and Country Bob and the Blood Farmers (there must be more, stick em on a postcard and send em flying my way). Never sure how long comedy skit rawk'll stay furny for but right about now it's doing the business amongst me and my cohorts. Kinda like a stateside Macc Lads or your very own Otis Lee Crenshaw (hats off to Rich Hall) jamming with the Supersuckers. See, there's some nicely observed stuff going on here (Road Boner Blues) and it's all really well played and writ, with banjo and yodelling over gonzoid psycho metal riffage (The Boob Song, Beelzebub), pisstakes aplenty (I'm An Accident, Let's Truck Together), inspired reworkings of ancient country shit (One Track Mind, Rhinetone Cowboy), and variations on classic country songwriting themes (Places to Go, People to Do, Truck Drivin' Man). There's also the South Park like anti-hippy song (Tree Huggers), Shotgun Wedding (that's what you get for not "wearing a raincoat on your torpedo") which is kinda like Nine Pound Hammer's Hillbilly Romance and Lay Me Down sounds like one hell of a party. As our Macc Lads could be funny while worryingly portraying the kinda people that'd happily beat the shit outta you for being a freak, or anyone not as dumb as them The Crosstops at least seem a lot more knowing, tongue in cheek and well fun. And I like it. - Stu Gibson