The cry of the pedal steel on I’m Not The Devil is sometimes heartbreaking; the fiddle solos somehow make you feel lonely; the lyrics can cause a sadness to well up inside that waters your eyes, but brings along with it a small grin.
There is a lightheartedness to the music that makes it great to turn up loud and lose yourself in the 80s glam.
I want to get drunk to this record. I want to cry with this record. I want to make love to this record.
The Stage sounds like Andrew Lloyd Webber dropped acid, went to a Rush concert, and decided to hire metal musicians to play the soundtrack to his drug-induced visions.
This record is Memphis soul, Delta blues, and party jam band all wrapped into one big and bold sound.
Willie and the Poor Boys jams when it comes to rocking out on a piano and can hold its own against any similar record.