Friday 28 September 2007
Attempts to categorize The Gourds always seem to come up short. Sure, there’s that bluegrass version of Gin and Juice, but the Gourds transcend mere gimmickry.
From their website:
“Many have attempted to personify, lablefly, quantify, verbalize and sanctify the concoction of musical quilts these here gourds have somehow knit together. In a saucepan of slow roasts they have conjured tempo’s, tango’s, waltzes, zydeco, old timey, two step, lowgrooved, long winded, short tailed, tiny, phat, stompin gizmo’s of tunes tripped out of lonely, solid teeth and wet green earth. Bugs all bedazzled with this comic tear soaked golden throated close harmony caved in a corner with hat drippin’ rain. Lo and behold lo and behold they was just lookin’ for they lo and behold.
With obscure references to everything from desmond dekker, black adder, folk mythology, Oregon motels, baby gramps, Curtis Mayfield songs, Spanish poetry, u.s. currency, leadbelly, isopropyl alcohol, various controlled substances, sex, food, arachnids, insects, archetypal psychology, NFL, liquid gold, Sufis, preachers, old testament bible stories, mud, betrayal and masturbation’s, The Gourds seem to let their music fry just long enough before they turn it over and brown it on the other side. “