I'm not the world's greatest fan of country music. Which probably explains why this song hasn't actually got a lot to do with Nashville. But Hank Williams III is pure country royalty, so maybe this counts for something.
This is a rapid-fire blues/country workout, a steam train at full speed. The beat's underpinned by the wheels clacking on the lines and a drum that rolls and pumps like nothing else, blues harp assaulting your ears like a really bitter slice of lemon in your drink, and guitar adding some home-cooked grit. It's totally unstoppable, the band's as tight as you like, with a deft, daft lyric to match: "They call me a Pontiac/The red in my neck/They call me a Cadillac/They call me a wreck/Now Im not afraid/And I'm not scared/Now I ain't gonna lose it/No, I'm not afeared/To do the fearless boogie." Another kitchen-hour classic.
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I used to really dislike most forms of C/W. Neil Young and CSN&Y were OK but Tammy Wynette???NAH! Having said all that there has been for awhile now something that muso's refer to as 'alternative C/W whic h is damn fine. Raw and rootsy and of course good old Lamchop get pulled into that particular bag.
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Oh yeah, your post. Never got into Hank Williams. Too twangy and cratchy. Maybe time to revisit?
PS your woed verification says twaaat. Is it trying to tell me something?
I must be getting old because I am increasingly listening to music that wouldnt have darkened my Dansette a few years ago. I go all goose pimply in charity shops at the sight of an old Granpa Jones or Roy Rogers record. Lampchop have passed me by I'm afraid but prepared to give anything a listen these days. Its nice to catch up with all the things I sneered at as a callow youth!
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