(2015) Souls On Fire

The Neckbones

... read moreWhat's not to like about this record? OK, yeah, the Neckbones can't sing, but you can tell they could give a toss about that. They're not all that bothered about staying in tune, either, or looking good in their CD photo, or really doing much of anything but kicking up a loud, unholy, heavy, rude...

40′:16″ 16 Songs

1
Dead End Kids
The Neckbones
3:11
2
Souls On Fire
The Neckbones
2:46
3
It Ain't Enough
The Neckbones
2:00
4
Don't Ya Leave Me
The Neckbones
2:44
5
Hit Me
The Neckbones
1:40
6
Keep Driving
The Neckbones
1:35
7
Crack Whore Blues
The Neckbones
2:47
8
Dolly
The Neckbones
2:15
9
Superstar Chevrolet
The Neckbones
2:18
10
You Can't Touch Her
The Neckbones
2:57
11
Skronky Tonk
The Neckbones
2:12
12
Art School Dropout
The Neckbones
2:37
13
Love Ya Rock N' Roll
The Neckbones
2:12
14
Can't Drive You
The Neckbones
4:12
15
Shouldn't Call Your Man A Fool
The Neckbones
2:28
16
Gambling Fool
The Neckbones
2:22
Released 01 January 2015, ℗ Fat Possum

Review

What's not to like about this record? OK, yeah, the Neckbones can't sing, but you can tell they could give a toss about that. They're not all that bothered about staying in tune, either, or looking good in their CD photo, or really doing much of anything but kicking up a loud, unholy, heavy, rude racket that sounds like a combo of alcohol, boredom relief, and a general desire to create loud, uncivil, ill-mannered, happy mayhem. The sleepy college town of Oxford, MS, where they hatched, is a "make your own kicks" dullsville. So when the Neckbones sing "I'm having the best time of my life," you picture them getting wrecked, inviting their pals to a crazy, whacked rehearsal, and then celebrating by swervedriving their cars over to William Faulkner's old house and relieving their bladders on the outside walls. Good kick-bucket rock & roll. Not pretty? This ain't no beauty contest. This is the sound and the fury. ~ Jack Rabid