Nothing is more aggravating than hearing a jaded critic accusing hot new bands of ripping of ?seminal? artists of 15 ? 20 ? 25 years ago. It dates the writer/talker and alienates the reader/listener. It does not impress women. No one cares. It?s obnoxious. I?m going to do it one last time, to exorcise the remaining scraps out of my system. As an investigative participatory journalist (for ReadyMade Magazine, as I?ve stated before), I?ve uncovered a new trend that deserves exposure. It?s my job. Introducing Post-Southern-Rock-Punk-Wave-Core.
The Black Keys
Reminds Me Of:
The red Grand Funk album.
Govt. Mule
Reminds Me Of:
Beatin? The Odds ? era Molly Hatchet.
Bad Wizard
Reminds Me Of:
Late-period Blackfoot.
The Kings Of Leon
Reminds Me Of:
The eighth Green On Red album, if there was an eighth Green On Red album.
Lucero
Reminds Me Of:
Alice Donut
The Drive-By Truckers
Reminds Me Of:
Cousin Bubba?s Rhinestone Plowboy
Suntanama
Reminds Me Of:
Painful diarrhea.
Bad Wizard
Reminds Me Of:
The Rossington Collins Band (pre-Love Your Man)
Early Man
Reminds Me Of:
Blackfoot, especially the guitar interplay on Tomcattin?.
The Fiery Furnaces
Reminds Me Of:
The pace of Champagne Jam, arguably the Atlanta Rhythm Section?s finest moment, is without a doubt a colossal influence on The Ex-Models.
Liars
Reminds Me Of:
Wet Willie?s Drippin? Wet (Live), namely the in-between song banter.
Eugene Mirman
Reminds Me Of:
Leslie West?s The Great Fatsby. I love the tribute to West?s uniquely inoffensive boogie, and we should all welcome a return of mid-70?s mid-level blues-pop.
Mogwai
Reminds Me Of:
The plaintive meanderings of Dickie Bett?s Highway Call. Listen, it?s uncanny.
Matmos
Reminds Me Of:
Lowell George?s Thanks, I?ll Eat It Here. The nods to this classic album are all over Matmos’ post-laid-back blues rock.
Todd Barry
Reminds Me Of:
Buffalo Tom