Eleven Thirty
2004
Blood Of The Ram
About This Album
Scorch-porch? Beergrass? Hick-hop? All three tags have attempted, and ultimately failed, to successfully relate to the masses the eclectic bits of meat and bone that make up Austin, TX, the Gourds. The bandmembers themselves describe their Twilight Zone, sepia-tone, gravy-drenched fools-gold nuggets as "music for the unwashed and well-read," and that sentiment couldn't be more apt in illustrating the dizzying redneck poetry that runs rampant on their sixth full-length release, The Blood of the Ram. "Oklahoma has a dirty red mane/a Native American slot machine" is just one of the delicious images from co-founder Kevin Russell's ode to the "Lower 48." A spirited look at the nation through the windshield of a rusty tour bus, it's a fitting introduction to a collection of songs that are among the loosest and most road-trip-worthy of the quintet's decade-long career. The Gourds have always subscribed to the warts-and-all energy of recording live in the studio, and while Blood of the Ram retains all of the drunken barn jam whoops and missed cues of previous efforts, the troops are so well seasoned that even at their sloppiest -- Jimmy Smith's magnificently weird closer, "Turd in My Pocket" -- they manage to outperform most of their contemporaries in sheer enthusiasm alone.
Track List (try tracks 1,4,9,11 and 12)

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