This album (on vinyl no less) has been in my possession even less time than the Dead Weather effort. I picked it up online (from the mighty Bloodshot Records) along with Justin Townes Earle’s latest release.
Their sound’s well and truly in the country-rock domain. This sounds like the album The Rolling Stones should have been making for the past 25 years or so.
It isn’t quite the southern-rock of The Black Crowes, as it has slightly less swagger (but only slightly). If anything, it’s probably most like the Drive-By Truckers when they turn on the mellow.
Lest this whole review be solely name dropping, I can tell you that there is a lot of slowhand guitar, plaintive vocals, and some decent slide and pedal.
If you wandered past a pub on a Thursday evening, or a Sunday afternoon and these guys were playing, pulling up a stool and a beer would be irresistable. They also go very well with muffin-baking and the first beer of one’s birthday (for that’s what I’ve been doing).
File under: A Brazilian that doesn’t hurt on bit