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Outlaws, It’s About Pride
Rocket Science Ventures, Sept. 25

By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



You know this well-preserved bunch of dung-kickers from the singles “Ghost Riders in the Sky” and “Green Grass and High Tides,” the latter of which was on one of my very first mixtapes when I was knee-high to a tree-climbin’ gator, or however you say it. They’ve been touring recently with Lynyrd Skynyrd and whatever wreckage is left of the Doobie Brothers; the closest the tour came to “these here parts” was Connecticut. Been a while since the band released anything new, 1994 to be exact; they were pretty huge, so I assume there are interesting-enough excuses for the absence, stories about Lamborghinis getting drunkenly smashed into circus elephants or whatever, but I don’t even want to know or talk about it, as at this point we’re running out of space to talk about the music itself (yes, there’s a point to all this). On that score, it’s business as usual; the band is as much Statler Brothers as Allmans, no change from their longtime karmic assignment as the unapologetically country-fied band that made sure Skynyrd kept it real. Guitarist Henry Paul is still whaling on his leads, some of which rival the best of Dicky Betts (the guitar sound itself is identical). Paul’s old and stubborn about listening to new stuff, of course, so this LP has an unintentional Trivial Pursuit drinking game involving micro-flourishes from dentist-office favorites (“Tom Petty!  Drink! Woop – Survivor! Drink!”), but whatever, new-jack kids who love ’70s stuff would freak over this album. A- —Eric W. Saeger






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