This band hails from Athens, GA just like their more famous predecessors, REM but in my opinion these guys (and one gal) are much better. If you're going to get into the latest greatest Southern band then this is the one. Think Tom Petty meets Lynyrd Synyrd meets William Faulkner meets Tennessee Williams. They kick ass.
Much of their work explores the deep dark secrets of the South weaving mythology and historical events behind an amped up Muscle Shoals rhythm. The lyrics are thought provoking and intelligent while the three-axe attack smokes audiences, soaring into the heavens to tip a John Deere cap to Gaines, Rossington, & Collins. With album titles like Pizza Deliverance, Gangstabilly, and Alabama Ass-Wuppin expect full-throttle mayhem.
My favorite song of theirs is "The Southern Thing":
Ain't about my pistol Ain't about my boots Ain't about no northern drives Ain't about my southern roots Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps "It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp" Ain't about excuses or alibis Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies Ain't about the races, the crying shame To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same
Don't get me wrong It just ain't right May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight If you want to live another day Stay out the way of the southern thing
Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag
You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright You wonder how I sleep at night Proud of the glory, stare down the shame Duality of the southern thing
My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home Ain't no plantations in my family tree Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free "But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?" His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man
I heard the story as it was passed down About guts and glory and Rebel stands Four generations, a whole lot has changed Robert E. Lee Martin Luther King We've come a long way rising from the flame Stay out the way of the southern thing (Hood/DBT)
This band hails from Athens, GA just like their more famous predecessors, REM but in my opinion these guys (and one gal) are much better. If you're going to get into the latest greatest Southern band then this is the one. Think Tom Petty meets Lynyrd Synyrd meets William Faulkner meets Tennessee Williams. They kick ass.
Much of their work explores the deep dark secrets of the South weaving mythology and historical events behind an amped up Muscle Shoals rhythm. The lyrics are thought provoking and intelligent while the three-axe attack smokes audiences, soaring into the heavens to tip a John Deere cap to Gaines, Rossington, & Collins. With album titles like Pizza Deliverance, Gangstabilly, and Alabama Ass-Wuppin expect full-throttle mayhem.
My favorite song of theirs is "The Southern Thing":
Ain't about my pistol
Ain't about my boots
Ain't about no northern drives
Ain't about my southern roots
Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps
"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"
Ain't about excuses or alibis
Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies
Ain't about the races, the crying shame
To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same
Don't get me wrong It just ain't right
May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight
If you want to live another day
Stay out the way of the southern thing
Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass
It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past
Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag
You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright
You wonder how I sleep at night
Proud of the glory, stare down the shame
Duality of the southern thing
My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side
He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night
Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone
From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home
Ain't no plantations in my family tree
Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free
"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?"
His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man
I heard the story as it was passed down
About guts and glory and Rebel stands
Four generations, a whole lot has changed
Robert E. Lee
Martin Luther King
We've come a long way rising from the flame
Stay out the way of the southern thing
(Hood/DBT)