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Sound description: Smooth, easy and pensive all at once. Creepy, self-indulgent back-slapping true crime country. Feels like 11 p.m. on day three of a tequila bender sans the citrus bloat and poxy face misery. Massaged country for the fattening of the non-working class. Easy going, reflective American individualism wrapped in a cotton candy cowboy pie.
Influences: Gram Parsons, of course and a little Waylon and some Catheads, Textones, John Anderson, Glen Campbell, Old 97's, Jon Wayne, Porter Waggoner. Hell, just about everybody.
|Chris Bulgren||Backing vocals, Drums|
|Dan Cook||Backing vocals, Bass guitar|
|Clem Stover||Mandolin, Steel guitar|
|Mike McCoy||Guitar (acoustic), Vocals|
We play "nominally adjusted country" from the nation's heartland, only, for all nations. We tend to be relaxed though we've given up all hope for an easy life. A feller should just chill when things get tough, right? It's just easier to submit and let Clem give you real treats on the pedal steel. He's that good--he will make you smile, and the rest of us will try our hardest not to get in the way of your good time. Oh yeah, fuck Kenny Chesney in the neck.