If I've said it once I've said it a thousand times: If you are looking for proof that Rock and Roll is alive and well you don't need to look any further than the Drive By Truckers. Last night LaRocque and I along with two of our most devoted followers had the pleasure of seeing DBT live at the Orpheum Theatre. (And by 'pleasure' I mean 'gnarly guitar shredding good fortune').
I'll give it to you straight. The mainstream music outlets would have you thinking that contemporary rock and roll is all about skinny jeans and emo bangs or europeans in suits spewing a thinly veiled and tiny-sacked version of techno through lips glistening with their sisters lip gloss. (Fact: all techno blows. I can only contribute its popularity to the potency of designer drugs and the prevalence of self loathing in modern society.)
The Drive By Truckers hit you hard with three snarling electric guitars. Its electric guitars to the dome. It's Les Pauls and Telecasters down your throat and out your asshole. We were all asking for it, and we got what we deserved. Amps and wattage aside, the songs are superbly written; insightful, enlightening, gritty, honest, and sometimes haunting. Go out and buy a Drive By Truckers CD right now. You'll be doing yourself and everyone within ear shot of your stereo a favor.
Fuck Yeah.
