That Southern Culture arent yet arrogant millionaires is only the failure of Geffen to capitalize on last years Dirt Track Date. Which apparently has sold reasonably well (so they tried, and, anyway, whos to judge what the buying public wants?), […]
Usually I don’t go in for gimmicky “shtick” bands like this, being opposed to anything that perpetuates the inbred idoit southerner stereotype. I cut these guys slack for two reasons. One, they lay down some of the most rockingest sounds […]
At first blush, the presence of these ersatz white-trash exponents on a major label, even after a slew of indie releases, defies reason. Then you hear David Hartman’s cowbell clear as, well, a bell on “Voodoo Cadillac”, and Rick Miller’s […]
