Sing In A World That’s Falling Apart
Rambunctious and infectious rock ’n’ roll with a dirt-streaked sense of humour that is bound to set feet-a-stomping at a hootenanny near you.
it’s country music but not as we know it which begs the question: have these bad kids of 21st century rock ’n’ roll finally grown up on their ninth studio album? are they at peace with themselves? have they made a record their parents could listen to? this ain’t another gaggle of bearded southern sons fleeing their collective suburban upbringings and collegiate music education. there aren’t the usual clichés about drinking, honkytonks, and heartbreak. these are, after all, the same black lips who rescued the waning garage punk subgenre by not sounding or dressing their musical predecessors. this ain’t your granny’s country album. and conversely this ain’t your mama’s black lips.
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- Get It On Time
- Angola Rodeo
- Dishonest Man
- Live Fast Die Slow