So what if most of their songs sound like a cover of “Fulsom Prison Blues”? So what if they are all written in the same key? Originality is not the point; it’s beer-swillin’, foot tappin’, shit kickin’ country and western, and it’s an homage what we are so desperately missing around here: a couple of well-slung balls in the horse saddle. And unlike Johnny Cash, these boys leave the churchin’ to the preachers on Sunday and are just out to have a good ol’ whiskey stompin’ time.
Go pick up a copy of their self-titled debut release and expect a record that gets directly to the point; where the average song clocks in just shy of two and a half minutes, and the topics range from gettin’ drunk and getting’ cheated on, to getting your ass kicked and getting’ drunk again. Recorded on a 4-track reel-to-reel in mono, B.A.R. has all the production quality of AM radio. Highlights include “Sissy New Age Cowboy,” which features a generous portion of profanity and serves up one of the best damn spaghetti western guitar riffs I’ve heard recorded.