"From the nether regions of the East Bay comes a mighty sound... the Epic Rock posturing of a veritable Boogie Mountain. Man's Ruin presents DRUNK HORSE and they're [sic] completely insane brand of Rock Opera, indescribably bizarre, yet completely satisfying. Falling somewhere into the realms between Zappa, Beefheart and Nugent, yet with a Moderne sensibility... dare we say Lisztomania for the '90s? File with... kinda, sorta... Capn' [sic, again] Beefheart, The Who, Motorhead, The Tubes."
WOW!
The CD looked independently produced; the label's address was some apartment in San Francisco. The track listing was littered with titles like "Greazy Moustache," "Ass Out/Passed Out," and "White Lady of the Mesa." I was immediately excited.
Deep down, I believe, everybody has a soft spot for bands like Foghat, but most are in denial. Drunk Horse is a lot like Foghat, but with a hint of irony. Whether or not they mean to be ironic is up for debate, but listening to their CD creates a warm tickle in my belly that makes me long for afternoons spent listening to records in my friend's basement -- records swiped from his father's dusty collection.
Club shows mostly feature a lineup that goes something like this: Indie Rock Band (A) at 10, Indie Rock Band (B) at 11, and Indie Rock Band (C) at midnight. Variety, after all, is not always the spice of life, especially when there's a $6 cover charge. But on Sunday, April 16, Graceland is one spicy meatball indeed, as the Anniversary (Rentals-like Moog pop) and Drunk Horse (Southern-fried opus blunder-rock) share the same stage. It will either be a brilliant success, or an amazing failure. Either way, it should be interesting.
