therawk.com (RIP)

take a third each of pogues drunken sloppiness & don't give a fuck charm, mekons drunken sloppiness mid-period country charm and just good ol' drunken replacements charm and you'll be somewhere near what this country rawkin 'n' skronkin 'n' saw sportin manchester, england band brings to the table...are collard greens served anywhere over there? this five song ep ain't for the low slung jeans, wallet chain, john deere hat, skoal can scarred pocket fucks who seem to show up at the "alt-country" shows i've been to (along with the frat boys); this is for those of us who dig the real shit be it rawk or country...stooges or johnny cash. the medicine bow aren't pretty and don't have "pop" leanings, guitars scrape and squeal...the bass is loud and thick...the drummer sometimes needs a metronome to keep his shit together*... and occasionally there's that weepy/scary saw along withe some nicely placed mandolin/piano/jews harp/harmonica in the mix. in a "genre" that's sorely missing balls & attitude, these guysare for real and are just what I needed this week! in this world of cut and paste crap that's forced on us as "art" or whatever, we need bands like this to remind us of what the real shit sounds like. thanks guys!! manthon

*I'd like to make clear that this doesn't refer to Jimi, who could possibly be a human metronome. Y'know, as opposed to a cannonball. Medicine Stu