I received another notice for
jury duty yesterday! It really seems like I don't win anything unless
it's a big fat boring day in court deciding if some goober is guilty or not.
Anyway, let's kill this Friday with a blistering act called the Clutters.
The Nashville, Tennessee product have a nifty throwback sound that their
press release effectively describes as appropriate for running from cops,
breaking out of jail or similar illicit activity. Their second
full length, Don't Believe A Word, will be arriving on May 1 via
Chicken Ranch, and it just might end up being one of those things that
sticks with you throughout the summer. After all, it's definitely the
kind of music that deserves to blasted loudly from an oversized truck as
it's heading out to the lake. Have I mentioned I live in Texas?
Enjoy.
:The Clutters - 9999 Ways To Hate Us:
I want to hear this song live. It's like a giant chaotic jumble of
retro-active 70s rock and off the wall pop weirdness, so I know it would at
least be as entertaining to watch as it is to hear. I think Doug
Lehman's classic punk-esque voice is also a big reason for me wanting to see
them up close and personal. Get ready to chock this up as your new
rock anthem.
:The Clutters - Temperature:
I described the band as blistering in the introduction and this song is why
I felt the need to describe them that way. Doug sounds like a
possessed punk version of Black Sabbath era Ozzy Osbourne, and the music is
so furiously done that it would probably inspire your grandmother to throw
up a fist during church. Turn this up loud and have a good time.
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John Laird -
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