The WaCo Ramblers?
It has been a continuing thread for almost a year now, but I’ve quit the business of methodically listening to the music which comes my way through the mail (and I still ignore and refuse to download the non-physical manifestations of…)
That doesn’t mean the mail has stopped coming, nor that I’ve stopped listening. I’m just not in a hurry anymore, and I’m not in this office for the long hours I once was.
So I’m going to use this space, now and again, to mention something I’ve stumbled on that, uh, doesn’t suck. That’s my standard, at least for today. Which is to say I’m no longer interested in whether the album/artist/whatever merits inclusion in a magazine which sought to uphold certain (uncertain) standards. I’m just listening.
And today I listened to a band from Florida called the WaCo Ramblers. It’s a fair bet they mean their name (derived from Watson County) to riff off the Waco Brothers; there’s a skull on the cover that’s vaguely reminiscent of something Jon Langford might have done, and the logo on the CD looks a bit like Bloodshot to my bloodshot eyes.
Not really the point. They’re a string band, something like the Blind Corn Liquor Pickers, without the moonshine. Or like the Pogues (there’s a vocal similarity, anyhow)…without the moonshine. Or whatever it was. I’ve never seen them, probably won’t keep this album. But they don’t suck. And everything else I’ve stuck in the player today…well, it hasn’t been worth mentioning, at best.