Southern four-piece focusing on funky rawk kinda like an updated Black Oak Arkansas. Not heavy, but rock’n’roll groovy. Gets better each time I hear it.
The idea of a klutzy outsider suffering through humiliation only to prevail in the end has been done to death, but there are worse movies of that ilk out there.
Look at ‘m as a less bombastic Creed. Real pro playing, mixing, production, the big vocal treatment with that aggravating post-Vedder “sensitive manliness.”
Tuneful as fuck without sacrificing the rock’n’roll. Kinda like Columbus Ohio’s Bob City when they get in “that” mood. Tour ’em both with Alabama Thunderpussy.
Good to very-good guitar stroke concerned with things falling apart, (minds, relationships, feelings). Total blues feeling w/o adhering to any conventions.
A choir here, a trumpet there, a guest guitarist in the middle, they make the wise choice of welding together a kind of identity that side-steps genre hopping.
Josh Homme (Kyuss/QOTSA) gathers friends to lay down some grooves, come up with some ditties, and engage in various fuckery that gets recorded and plapped out.