Get ready to put your coonskin cap on
Sat, 7 July 2007
by: Australian Ninja
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Welcome to another music review of a thing, where I'm sure not quite what the thing in question is. This one is from Southern Culture on the Skids. But another name for this band could have been "Those damn hillbillies" or alternatively "People who kind of remind you of the B-52s." With lyrics such as "You don't have sex in a hurricane" and song titles along the lines of; Dirt Track Date, Cheap Motels, Whole Lotta Things and Liquored Up - you'd be forgiven for not taking the band too seriously.
Most of the time, rednecks singing about some junk doesn't much appeal to me. So this album sat on the top of my review pile for quite a while. It shuffled itself down to the bottom of the pile and back to the top a few times.
Don't ask me how it shuffled itself around, there were no noticeable limbs or wheels attached to the CD cover, but then again you never know what those tricky hillbillies may have invented while nobody was watching.
Other exciting review music, games and anime stopped in for a visit from time to time, then left for greener pastures on the humble Buttonhole front page.
Finally - with my breath held - and my bravery at an all time high; I dared to listen to those damn hillbilly rockers. The music (in a rather anticlimactic fashion) turned out to be alright, the lyrics were clever; the music was fun. The album was as enjoyable as jumbo-sized popcorn at the cinema. You know, sometimes those dang 'ol hillbillies stop their crazy jibber-jabber just long enough to create a snazzy tune or two, perhaps inspiring us - in that unique and loveable gap-toothed kind of way - to bring down the cultural barriers, uniting hillbilly and non-hillbilly alike for a rocking good time.
The music kind of sounds coming out of this here album when it you spin it really fast and apply a lazy beam to it, show influences from blues, country and rock n' roll in that distinctly recognisable southern (USA) way.
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The hooting and a hollering you hear in the background audience is the kind of noise you might hear in a New Orleans Mardi Gras crowd. So Southern Culture must be doing something right, to get their fans so riled up and into the music. Then again, maybe they just hand out free booze.
One of the tracks sounds a lot like that piece of theme music everyone knows from Pulp Fiction - I guess it's the kind of guitar they use - it pretty much rocks out with strong guitar solos and made me want to watch the film.
Another track sounds very Pretenders-ish, in a good way and is easily my favourite song on the album. It was kind of strange really, considering how different it was from the rest of the music.
Truthfully I don't know how much of the whole hillbilly thing is genuine and how much is just part of the bands image. They are real southerners though and while I wouldn't run to put this CD on in a hurry, I have to admit it I enjoy it in small doses. At this point in the review thing where I should have some kind of insightful comments, I'm left wondering how big the audience for this kind of music is in Australia. I guess the audience does exist though, and while this album is not for everyone - I'm glad to see some musical diversity that differs from the tired stereotypical releases seen in music stores
So the album rocks, buy does it rock for thee? Only you can answer that question my friend. If you're planning some sort of Rockabilly hoe-down in the near future, this would be the perfect album for that kind of bizarreness. Just picture yourself in a cage, beer bottles a smashing in that raw-hide bar scene from the Blues Brothers and you'll know what I'm talking about.
by: Australian Ninja
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I tell you what fellas, those damn hillbillies better not be fooling with my propane or propane accessories, or somebody is gonna get their ass kicked!