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Probably my favorite song of the new album, with a vid shot at Jack White’s record label? I like.
Kind of a sedate performance from them though.
If you can get past the old-timey schtick, these girls are good sangers.
They are from Alabama and backed by Jack White and T-Bone Burnett. Can’t go wrong. And this rules:
This girls are a bit rougher.
Back to the nice stuff. I really like Madi Diaz.
More:
Das all folks.
I’m assuming this will be worth the ten bucks I just spent on it.
Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band (Artist), Justin Vernon of Bon Iver (Artist), My Morning Jacket (Artist), Josh Ritter (Artist), Lambchop (Artist), Justin Townes Earle (Artist), The Avett Brothers (Artist), Old Crow Medicine Show (Artist), Sara Watkins (Artist), Drive-By Truckers (Artist), Deer Tick (Artist), Those Darlins (Artist)
Uh yeah. Should be good.
A random and meandering read, but a good one. On Auburn football, the A-day game, and a middle of nowhere hipster music fest featuring one of my favorites, Those Darlins.
Hightlights: “But, at the same time, too much ain’t-we-neat, back-slapping from the “different” crowd does nothing. It’s a different verse of the same song.”
“I will be there next fall, screaming, cheering and jeering, my conscious mind telling me football doesn’t really matter while my body, rebelling against all higher thought, is racked by chills from the student sections’ rendition of “Livin’ on a Prayer.””
“It’s whisky-soaked roots rock, served up southern-style.”
Those Darlins via My Old Kentucky Blog and Laundromatinee. I’ve posted that Carter Family cover before so here’s one I haven’t posted, “Mr. Money”:
Like Grandmama Isabelle always said, don’t marry for money— just hang around with rich boys until you fall in love.
Shakin’ all over.
Originally by Johnny Kidd and the Pirates. Here covered by Those Darlins. Their show at Schubas, which happened a few weeks ago but I’m now just getting around to writing about, was pretty great, as it always is. This song really took it up a notch.
I also really liked these guys, even though I think they could go a little less heavy-handed on the retro feel. The music is throwback enough.
But, nevertheless, I think they are fun to listen to. They are working with The Black Keys and Dr. Dog so hopefully the low-fi sound will get developed but won’t be owned by retro schtick.
Cannonball Blues.
Sara and Mama Maybelle Carter above. Those Darlins below.
Forget my fiddling aspirations. I now want to learn to play autoharp.
Country bourbon funtime (as Ken dubbed it).
Those Darlins Friday 10:30 at Schubas. Thinking about cowboy boots, big hair, sweet tea vodka and mason jars. Bringing white trash back. “Can’t” will once again be pronounced “cain’t”.
Read this and then decide to join in the fun.
Daytrotter review and free mp3s.
“Once in a while you meet a woman who has the sort of impossible-to-fend-off influence, the alluring presence to bend you as easily as a sledge could pound a ball of cookie dough into something entirely different in dimension, look and feel. This story involves not one, but three women of those exact characteristics, three women who have broken the spirits of weak men and strong men alike, who have doubled over more than their share of those men in excruciating pain, who have never done anything at all that they haven’t been completely behind - that hasn’t involved hedonism of epic proportions and the kind of effortless debauchery that makes everyone who hears about it later jealous.”
As I’ve said before, I am seriously considering dedicating my life to learning fiddle and becoming the fourth Darlin.
Last night, at Schubas.
Those Darlins: Funny, coordinated outfits featuring fringe, Indian headresses, tank tops with embroidered nipple tassles, and—me and Ken’s favorite— a coonskin-cap-tail hanging from a cowboy boot. Pretty girls playing well, switching up instruments, all singing, generally rocking some serious outlaw country, somewhere out beyond gender roles. Inappropriate banter between songs. Best friends having fun on the road with a bunch of boys. Dad in the crowd? Can’t wait for the LP. Sold.
The Dexateens: Can’t post enough about these guys, apparently. Redeemed themselves for being Bama fans with an awesome live set. So much energy, much rocking-er live than on the new album, in a good way both ways. 3 guitars… ‘nough said. Like a Lynyrd Skynyrd-infused, Nirvana covering Meat Puppets’ “Lake of Fire,” Wilco with a touch of Modest Mouse, alt-country band. Plus some of The Black Keys, according to Ken— “sweet riffage and groovin harmony.” Wish I was a Darlin so I could tour, play, drink with this crowd.
The Features: My first ever listen. Much more alt, much less southern. Akin to The Strokes, I’d say, with a little Sondre Lerche. Would be right at home opening for Franz Ferdinand, says Ken. Some good whistling, but no Andrew Bird. Lots of call-and-repeat-ish moments and singing/clapping along. Biggest following of fans. Drew a surprising crowd of “normies,” as Ken would say, as opposed to the Schubas-standard hipster. Graphic tees abounded. Ken: a great rock band for anyone that likes rock but maybe doesn’t like it as dirty as The Dexateens. Certainly enjoyable.
All bands: Happy about the turnout. Loving on Chicago. Not happy about the no A/C… feel ya there. Posting up under a fan: essential to the night’s enjoyment for me and Ken. Felt like friends on stage. Amazing vocal harmonies across the board. Southern rascals. Great show.
Just because I’m sweet, don’t mean I’m always nice.
Ken introduced me to these girls and I feel like they’ve written the drinking girl’s anthem. Not to mention, that’s a slammin coonskin cap. If only we could get the drummer to cover his cleaveage a little. Ah well.
