Imagine, if you will, a bunch of hillbillies drunk on moonshine and looking for trouble. Now imagine they have a band. With two bass players. If "Squidbillies" had a soundtrack, it would be made by this band.
It's part rockabilly, part punk, part drunken cowboys. It's the kind of music that would be playing in that Mexican vampire bar in "Dusk Before Dawn." This album is a drunk, slightly bowlegged gunslinger walking into an almost deserted town in search of long lost enemy, looking to even up an old score. But he gets distracted by the 50 cent beers in the saloon and ends up telling stories all night about murder and mayhem and prison time while his enemy slips out of town. And all those stories are told with some kick ass bass riffs.
They call themselves the Scariest Band Alive. Whatever they are, they kick my ass.
This is an album by album review of my entire record collection. This means music spanning almost 40 years, from my Archies record I cut off a cereal box to whatever I bought last week.
This is where I get to be the music critic I always wanted to be, but no magazine would have. These are more like sensory reactions than reviews; it's about what the music did for me, not what it should do for you.
You can read the entire details of the project and why I'm doing it here.