Every get-together that happens at my house ends up in front of the record player as my friends take turns playing DJ.
Fun, and absolutely aware of it, the music from this group of five men taps into a playfulness that transcends age.
So we have a cat named Darth Vader who’s obsessed with dicks and being a dick who cruises around on a ball ship and lies about being a dad. Cool.
Consider me, then, officially, publicly out as a Star Wars virgin.
Play this song when you’ve done all the adulting and you just can’t do that shit for a minute.
To skip a song is to miss a one-of-a-kind harmony, a hummable melody, or a piece of the story that each album tells.
Subtle, pure, never showy or domineering, the voices on this album speak about fearing death and child abuse and never forgetting lost loved ones.
When you’re feeling sentimental and nostalgic and sweet, the only thing for you is Sam Cooke.
Whether for a lazy drive in the Carolina countryside, a scene in a Tarantino flick, or a straight up gang fight, Link Wray and the Raymen will get you up outta your chair.