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When Moonshine And Dynamite Collide

by Jackyl

When Moonshine And Dynamite Collide by Jackyl

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When Moonshine And Dynamite Collide

by Jackyl

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Label: Mighty Loud
Proudly anachronistic, snuff-slobberingly sloppy and mostly melody-free, these Dixie boogiemen's first studio set in eight years credits no chainsaws, but otherwise they haven't evolved a bit. That is good news, especially when their hot-dog riffs go high-tempo in the bootleg-fueled "My Moonshine Kicks Your Cocaine's Ass," no-brakes on "Freight Train" and motorcycle-metal in "Full Throttle." There's lots of stripper grind, too, and hints of tuneful country (in the booze-possessed title ballad) and grunting funk (in the absurdly titled "Just Like a Negro," about how black folks invented rock).

About This Album

Proudly anachronistic, snuff-slobberingly sloppy and mostly melody-free, these Dixie boogiemen's first studio set in eight years credits no chainsaws, but otherwise they haven't evolved a bit. That is good news, especially when their hot-dog riffs go high-tempo in the bootleg-fueled "My Moonshine Kicks Your Cocaine's Ass," no-brakes on "Freight Train" and motorcycle-metal in "Full Throttle." There's lots of stripper grind, too, and hints of tuneful country (in the booze-possessed title ballad) and grunting funk (in the absurdly titled "Just Like a Negro," about how black folks invented rock).

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About This Album

Proudly anachronistic, snuff-slobberingly sloppy and mostly melody-free, these Dixie boogiemen's first studio set in eight years credits no chainsaws, but otherwise they haven't evolved a bit. That is good news, especially when their hot-dog riffs go high-tempo in the bootleg-fueled "My Moonshine Kicks Your Cocaine's Ass," no-brakes on "Freight Train" and motorcycle-metal in "Full Throttle." There's lots of stripper grind, too, and hints of tuneful country (in the booze-possessed title ballad) and grunting funk (in the absurdly titled "Just Like a Negro," about how black folks invented rock).