Month: November 2015

T. Hardy Morris – Quieter (When I Leave Town)

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“T. HARDY MORRIS
Hardy & The Hardknocks: Drownin On A Mountaintop
Album Notes By Patterson Hood, April 2015

“Love is a language with no subtitles”

Like ideas, the best songs are the simple ones. And like most simple ideas, they’re usually far more complex upon further examination than they seem at first.

So many young songwriters start off looking for the most complex way possible to examine a simple truth. Perhaps to seem smarter, or more “mature”. The better songwriters learn – hopefully before too much embarrassment – that the complex thought simply put is the key to a great song. Distilling that subtle truth down to its very essence and expressing it in a way that cuts through the bullshit and takes the listener by the heart into the depths of the intended emotion.” http://t.hardymorris.com/

Rocket From The Tombs – Strychnine

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“Rocket From The Tombs is back. ‘Black Record’ delivers eight new tracks, as well as definitive recordings of Rocket classics ‘Sonic Reducer’ and ‘Read It And Weep’ and a cover of The Sonics’ ‘Strychnine.’ Still fighting mad.

Fronted by founding members Crocus Behemoth and Craig Bell, ‘Black Record’ delivers anthems borne of decades of raw energy coupled with decades of experienced musicianship, firmly assuring its place in the extraordinary history of the band.

“No one else in American rock, underground or over, in 1974 and ‘75, was writing and playing songs this hard and graphic about being f**ked over and fighting mad. No one else is doing it now.”
David Fricke, editor of Rolling Stone”

Felice Brothers – Whiskey In My Whiskey

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I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my 44

I love the girl, she was my sunshine
Her name was Eleanor Caroline
She got fast, with a friend of mine
At the dance hall Lord, on the county line

I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I make my way across that ole dance floor
And put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor

I filled my glass with Uncle Jack
I lay my skin, my sunday black
I’ll make my bed on them railroad tracks
I’ll leave this world lord and I won’t look back

And I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor