Some of you may have noticed that I've been absent from the interwebs for the last few days. Well, you'll be pleased to know that I've put the time to good use. You see, I've spent the last week writing and recording some new songs with my band Shitkicker Deluxe. Our debut album That Ain't My Finger and I Ain't Jokin' should hit stores in the middle of March. An eclectic mix of country-rock and bluegrass, That Ain't My Finger and I Ain't Jokin' features the following tracks:
1. Jimmy Carter's Buildin' Me A Houseboat.
2. I Didn't Know She Was Your Sister (I Thought She Was Mine).
3. Diabetes Done Took My Foot.
4. This Hat Is My Home, These Boots Is My Car (And This Hand Is My Wife).
5. If Whiskey Don't Kill Me, Asbestos Just Might.
6. Tonight's The Night (I'm Gonna Make You Holler Like Ned Beatty).
7. Chew. Spit. Repeat.
8. I'm Just Smokey (Jesus Is The Bandit).
9. Requiem For A Critter.
10. You're As Cold As Ice (So How Come It Burns When I Pee?).
So far, the reviews have been positive. Spin magazine was particularly vocal in its praise:
Shitkicker Deluxe break new sonic ground with their debut album. Tapping into the rich musical traditions of rural America, the band delivers a tour de force of murder ballads, hoedowns and Southern rock epics. The virtuoso pedal-steel of Buford "Six Toes" Calhoun haunts the album's opening four tracks and anchors the soaring instrumental Requiem For A Critter, a gospel-blues in D-flat minor composed by Calhoun after the tragic death in a farming accident of his pet Armadillo, Darryl. Solid instrumental backing is provided by drummer Rusty "Nails" Cockburn and bassist Bill "Motherfuckin'" Jones. But it is the songwriting of singer/guitarist Leroy "Teapot" Witherspoon that serves as the band's emotional core. The album's lyrics drip with Southern Gothic imagery: lines like "The tragic splendor of his betrayal/sends my brain humming/Jesus was a carpenter/'cos Jews don't know 'bout plumbing" convey the alienation of traditional religious communities in post-Bush America, while phrases like "I lie alone in bed/and slowly go mad/two years of lovin' you/now my junk's gone bad" from You're As Cold As Ice show a playful side to Witherspoon's otherwise serious lyricism.
I'll advise of tour dates shortly.
Tramp fail
15 years ago
You should definitely bring your tour here. I had some students playing at a under 18 rock type competition the other day at the local pub. Let's just say they had both types - country and western. Marvelous display of flannel in all imaginable colours too! It actually reminded me a lot of that scene in Ricky Bobby when they're in the pub and Sacha BC shows up and puts jazz on - I think the same reaction would've ensued here.
ReplyDeleteSounds that would have made good material for an update on your blog. Hmmmmmmm? Why no updates?
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