"Earplugs at the bar," said the guy working the door. I couldn't hear him, because Magic City opened with a set so blisteringly loud you could hear it a block away. Fans of Primus, check them out.
The latest and loudest addition to the St. Louis rockabilly scene, the Rat Rod Kings play rockabilly with a straight-ahead, no-frills rock & roll attitude.
It is physically impossible to be sad or bummed out when listening to Kelly Willis. Her voice, so gracefully soft, smooth and simply lovely, radiates an energy that immediately puts the soul at ease.
There's a strangely deviant undertone to Those Darlins' new release Screws Get Loose. This might be attributable to the bad girl (and boy) stage persona they've worked to create; nonetheless it seems to carry over onto the album somehow.
The Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band and Reverend Horton Heat played their second night at the Old Rock House last night to a large and energetic crowd of true believers and newcomers alike. At the end of the evening, even the most die-hard had been converted by the country blues and rockabilly gospel spread by these two holy men.
Once upon a time, Reverend Horton Heat's music would have made many Stepford wives lock up their teens from the hip-swivelin' world beyond the high school sock hop.
Last Sunday, the Duck Room at Blueberry Hill hosted a night of top-notch rock & roll with a formidable lineup of what some would consider, certainly the crowd packed into the cavernous Duck room, a couple of musical icons on the bill.
The Party Ain't Over
For her latest album, The Party Ain't Over, Wanda Jackson, the first lady or queen of rockabilly (depending on who you ask), sets out to push her work into the 21st century. To that end, she's enlisted the help of Jack White. White proves a nice complement to Jackson and introduces some much needed rough edges to what could have been an overly polished collection of standard rockabilly fare.
All photos by Kate McDaniel. See more at my Flickr stream.