Classic psychobilly band, 30 albums in and still only semi-decent and poorly recorded. Reverend Horton Heat throwaways, with 25% of the songwriting flair.
Part psychobilly, part rockabilly, part Misfits, part whiskey and coke, this has the butt wiggle catchiness and raw wahoo to warrant repeat listenings.
From more of an indie rock/power pop background than a punk background, this five-song EP packs the punch of the first time you heard the Goo Goo Dolls.
Armchair Martian convey a sorrow, a loneliness, and a human warmth that’s made country affect a larger number of Americans than any other genre, hands down.
As you light up another smoke, you hear NIN very faintly in the background and realize just how much it fuckin’ annoys you. This is the sound of Hellbent.