The chick in rosey pink is in stark opposition to Sturgill's black clad band. The boys came with the
gasoline to burn the barn down. The flames ascended as Strugill and his band of
high handed bandits put on one of the most joyous fucking sets of the last two
years. SNL should invite them back to bump up those ratings. SNL is the epitome
of spineless. Jim Belushi is spitting hard rock candy your way.
Insouciant is too soft a
word for him. This gentleman, with his deadlock stare coupled with his
scorching guitar style playing, is a renegade, a bad ass, rebel. He is the
Lester fucking Bangs of rock and the Jack Kerouac of random musings. Brilliant.
I've watched this
numerous times. It's a 4-minute shot of Nitro, if toned down, and a shot of
Jack turned up. I am not a Whiskey woman, but I feel watching this when the sun
goes down deserves some distilled bliss.
Let’s break this pyrotechnic fueled baby
down now shall we…
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| I just titled SS's 5th album A Clinician's Guide to Cocaine |
The 8-piece band,
dressed to the nines in their best black leather, consists of the man with his
custom made guitar. When I say custom I mean made himself. He represents the
brand of Sturgill. I do believe Taylor gifted him an axe. My guess is he may smash
that poor thing at a dimly lit bar. I do believe he would like to go back to
being able to be behind the table to sell his own merch.
He handles his
band like a proper Pied Piper. Quick footed, he kicks around to each member with uninhabited
go-aheads. A stellar shot of the keyboard player ripping it sideways made my
eyes split. Wonderful wonderful. My favorite moment is when he kicks those
keys. He slides across the stage in a frenetic way to shoot the drummer a
thrill. The kit master comes back with a devilish smirk. I thought
Sturgill was going to start banging on the drums. That would have driven this
a mind-blowing set to a blaze throwing level. The horn players stole
added outlaw panache with their Southern style of blowing. It gave this
wild live set a 2 am NOLA vibe. Dr. John approves.
If aren’t crushing on
this man by now, what are you waiting for kids. He 4-minute rebel piece de
resistance 2 years ago. He was just dangling the narcotic laced carrot. Sound
and Fury broke out of the getaway car last Friday. Sturgill is here to
steal anyone's idea about putting him in a specific species. Let’s call it
genre fluid. Sorry boys the bus is full....
Up next my piece on his
new blistering mass attack middle finger set list of amped up mind-expanding
songs.
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