Southern California has long had this fascination with Southern US culture. I don't know what it is - I remember going to parties with my boyfriend and listening in amazement when him and his buddies turn increasingly red-necked, speaking with heavy Southern accents and hooting and hollering about guns and trucks and subservient women with big breastesses. These boys were all from middle-to-upper-class households in the Valley, mostly sons of cops and lawyers, and here they were, acting like characters from some bad TV sitcom parodying the South.
Of course, when I moved to the South some years later, everyone there blast making fun of me 'cause I was a weirdo pierced and tattooed freak from California, but I guess that was to be expected. Anyway, to get to the point, this here is yet another SC band pretending to be hillbillies, while putting the additional slant of basing all the songs on horror movies and spooky critters from the movies and from their minds (check out the scary "Fartbreaker" track) with the notable exception of a pretty lousy cover of Johnny Cash's "Don't Take Your Guns to Town." It's kind of silly and fun, but wears thin awfully quick.
by Holly Day.