On one hand, these dudes do this sound better than just about anybody around. Maybe Dale Watson, but he's more rockabilly than western swing. These guys are the gold standard today. Their uncomfortably gigantic lead singer, Ray Benson, is an Austin fixture and has a great, humorous touch to keep this music alive and fun. They've collected nine Grammy awards (although they might be the only candidate in the Best Western Swing Album Sung By a 6'7" Behemoth category) and have charted more than 20 singles in the Billboard country charts. All very impressive.
However, I have listened to about 3 hours of their music today, and I'm 90% sure they just have 6 songs (House of Blue Lights, Choo Choo Ch-boogie, Hot Rod Lincoln, Route 66, Miles and Miles of Texas, and The Letter Johnny Walker Read) that they play on every single album. It's going to make me insane. Each song is a toe-tappin' little boogie, to which I should be wagging my finger in the air while shimmying around my office. Instead, I am sleepy.
All of that being said, if they were playing some place where I could two step with my woman and a cold longneck, I'd probably sign up right now. Also, I must note that they had a song called Don't Go There which is about Ozzy Osborne whizzing on the Alamo, which is a damn funny little ditty. Wonderful treasure of a band, don't plan on seeing them play.
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