kickin the can

For movie-goers: If movies could have sex, and Tim Burton's early work got O Brother, Where Art Thou? pregnant, this would be the baby: a little CD called Mountain Dudes.

For music-lovers: If Bad Brains grew up in the mountains of West Virginia, and sacrificed their distortion pedals for banjos and fiddles, Mountain Dudes would be their CD.

For review readers: The Can Kickers are just plain fucking awesome. They don't regurgitate old-time music. They take it, swallow it, and spit out something all their own. The uptempos and independent spirit belong to punk, while the rest of it belongs to the songs of Appalachia.

Mountain Dudes is 13 songs of them sounding like they're having the best time of their lives. It's the kind of stuff you'd much rather hear on the street corners downtown, instead of that one sax player who rapes the same three jazz standards every time.

Grab their release from Cosmodemonic Telegraph and check them out on their never-ending US tour going on now.

The Can Kickers - Greasy Coat
The Can Kickers - Froggy Went A'courting