Rhett Davies's popular Texan bar band have long since broken out of their local scene and now compete with the alt country big boys such as Uncle Tupelo and the Jayhawks. This is their umpteenth album of feel decent country rock with a low down and dirty feel and hi-paced driving gritty rhythms.
6/10 Clinton Staff review, 23 February 2017
I love a bit of roots rock. Partially as it reminds me of digging through the straighter sections of my dads record collection in the '80s (remember the Del Fuegos? Thought not) but also because the tuneful earnestness of the better bits of this genre often amuse me. Always tales of small town boredom, tempting waitresses, no good cars and escapism. Opener ‘I Don’t Wanna Die In This Town’ has all of these in spades, “I’m just a singer in a rock and roll band’ reminds Rhet Miller in case we forgot and thought he was a member of the local constabulary. He wants out of this town and he wants to take you with him pretty lady (...until the authorities catch up with him anyway).Old ‘97s try a bit of everything, weeping ballads, the Mavericks like rockers but they are probably at their best when they write a rollicking tune like ‘Good With God’ which pairs them with label mate ‘Brandi Carlile’ for some gum chewing’ truck drivin’ good eatin’. Similarly ‘Irish Whiskey Pretty Girls’ pounds along in a bar room style where Miller channels Jay Z complaining about his 99 problems but where the titular treats aren’t either of them (perhaps until his wife and AA meeting co-ordinator find out). Utterly ridiculous music that would probably sound great in a truck stop. For fans of guns, gum.
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