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CULTURE ON THE SKIDS >>
MOJO BOX. YEP ROC 2004
Shee-it,
hot damn--pass the spam and vacuum the doublewide. Carve that possum,
deep-fry the turkey, put a pinch between yer cheek and gum, and by
all means keep the Natural Light colder than your cousin's crotch.
Make sure the cheese comes in a can, the potatoes come in a bag, and
gramma's breasts are all a saggin'. It's time for the party to start
and without Southern Culture On The Skids (SCOTS) on the jukebox,
it just ain't a party. SCOTS have been servin' the party people
right since '85, and their latest release, Mojo Box, is another
fine example of Southern hospitality.
Mojo
Box is full of nuggets of every variety, with all the dipping
sauces included. The nectar of sweet barbecue is evident on the lead
track "Smiley, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"--lip smackin' fer sure, and a toothpick
is needed to pick out the funk and extract the catfish bones from
yer teeth. The title track is a love potion for those who don't know
anything but self love. It's man bait for the ladies and Viagra for
the vessel. Surf guitar and a whirlin' organ does the drivin' on "Doublewide,"
an ode to the roadside abode. "69 El Camino" is not a new sexual position
from Mexico... or is it? It's great foreplay to the frisky and furious
rocker "The Wet Spot." Longtime Outer Banks surfer/ guitar maestro
Rick Miller gives Dick Dale a serious run for his money. No joke,
the muthaf#*$er can play. It's bigger than Waimea and the line at
the check cashing place on the first of the month. "Biff BANG Pow"
is a straight-ahead Stonesy rocker and "Swamp Fox" is the good ol'
boy's version of the Dirty South, chasing tail until "The Sweet Spot"
is found. "Sweet Spot" is a misty fog of a rumba, a tune that lays
heavy like the full moon.
Southern
rock is making a big comeback, but nobody does what Southern Culture
On The Skids can do, which is put a rocket in your pocket, lead
in your pencil, and give ya the kind of mojo you need to go steep
and deep--in and out of the water. By
Tim Donnelly
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