I want you to close your eyes. No, wait -- read this paragraph first,
and then close your eyes. Okay, now imagine a cross between the Georgia
Satellites and the B-52's, with just a little ol' pinch of Dick Dale.
Savor that thought. Let it roll across your tongue, like a fine Chateau
Schaefer (that's shah-fee-AY to you, Yankee). In fact, it might not hurt
to fortify yourself with a few cans of America's Oldest Beer before you
listen to Dirt Track Date.
This is a damn fine record, and I'm not just saying that because Mark
Williams, who co-produced with the band, gives really great backrubs.
It's not a record that jumps right out at you (unless you're a homesick
southerner on your third beer), but it's a good solid effort by a band
who are obviously at their best live, in the kind of bar where they
serve two kinds of beer: Bud in cans and Bud in bottles.
"Dirt Track Date", the last track on the CD, is one of the strongest;
in fact, maybe you should just listen to the whole thing backward. If
I had to pick a favorite song off this record, "Camel Walk" would have
to be it, if only because it begins with the line, "Baby, will you eat
that there snack cracker in your special outfit for me, please?"
"White Trash" also gets under my skin, kind of like those roaches in
that episode of the X-files where the kid rips all the skin off his
arms, only better. This is the music Joe Bob Briggs listens to while
he writes movie reviews, I just know it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need to go have another beer and
listen to it again.