There is a massive amount sass, badassness, and heartbreak all squeezed into four little songs on this EP.
She sounds like she stepped out of the hills of East Tennessee in the late 60s. There is a seductive smoothness to her raspy, breathy voice.
If you are not aware of the funkiest and blackest white man in America, you should educate yourself.
What it sounds like to me is the soundtrack that should be playing in the gift shop after you get off of the Disney Jungle Cruise or maybe it is the music you hear in the waiting room of the spa that is in the hotel where you stay during your down time while on safari in Africa.
Live at the Mayan, Los Angeles is not a sing-a-long rock album; it is not a headbanging rock album; it is a rock album that has a groove that ebbs and flows without being jarring.
Listening to the kind of emotional pain that permeates throughout Always On My Mind is almost addicting.
Savage Times ventures into Quincy Jones-esque funky disco-pop, punk, 60s psychedelic rock, and political folk rock.
It is bar-room country. The music has grit and it has heart and it has soul.
It is bluesy and heavy like an amped up version of The Stones.
This record sounds like what Black Sabbath could have evolved into if Ozzy had stayed clean and the 80s never happened.
It is guitar-laden rock ‘n roll with a country twang and parts of this album are heavier than you remember.
This album could easily be disc 7 of Time Life’s 14 disc set of early 2000s Top 40.
This album is not far off from what finally became the sound that makes a Foo Fighters record Foo Fighter-y.
Heavy, dark, growling black metal. This record is full of anger and angst and rage.
It sounds like a punk band is singing country music.