Bad Country Grammar.
I don't normally listen to country music, because I am not an idiot. Generally, I find that country is reserved for racist speedfreaks from Red States, which rules me out because I certainly don't live in the US. In fact, I don't normally listen to music at all, preferring instead to fill my leisure time with the noises made by blast-beats and corpse-painted misanthropes shreiking incomprehensible profanities like pregnant women getting forced abortions. But I made it out of my bat-cave long enough this evening to catch the Bloodshot Bill show, which featured opening acts Lefty McRighty and the Boxcar Cadavers and a band that might be called the Vertical Struts. Mainly, I attended because the Lefty's drummer used to be the bassist for a band called Crankenstein, a wonder of noise-based musicianship from my hometown that maintained the level of violent arrogance best suited for the bad guys in WWE match-ups. Crankenstein went the way of the dodo, had the dodo been arrested for drug possession and weapons offences then fled to Los Angeles, but Lefty McRighty gained a great drummer from the debacle, and this show was truly rocking. The songs were all about having sex and drinking, two things I don't do, one by choice and the other because I look like a dead teenager, but they were fun, aggresive, and confederate as hell, despite the fact that most of the band looks like they grew up on a farm in the Ottawa Valley. Good show, and download some music here.