FAME Review: The Grascals - Dance 'til your Stockings are Hot and Ravelin'
The Grascals - Dance 'til your Stockings are Hot and Ravelin'

Dance 'til your Stockings
are Hot and Ravelin'

The Grascals

Blugrascal Records - BGD CD 1001

Available from The Grascals' online store.

A review written for the Folk & Acoustic Music Exchange
by Mark S. Tucker

Well, the bad news is that this EP is a scant 15 minutes, but the good news is that it's centered in one of the coolest of American icons: The Andy Griffith Show, and, hellfire, even them damned Commies over there in Rooskie-land get misty-eyed over thet thar show, JimBob! Make no mistake, neighbor, the Grascals are dyed-in-the-wool Mayberry aficionados, danged near residents, and play like they wuz born to tour Mount Pilot and environs, a-pickin' and a-grinnin' to beat the band. With hayseed vocals and what may very well be Ernest T. Bass joining in, the lyrics are as down-home as Aunt Bee's berry pies or Floyd's men's haircuts down at the barber shop. Then there's Kristin Benson's sparkling banjo playing ('n, hey!, she's a cutie-pie, all you gents down at the garage with Gomer just might wanna know, though you'll hafta bugtussle with the rest of the lads in the band—a full five o' the critters!—to spark with her) to really getcha grooved-in and homey-feelin'.

The Grascals are as tight and bouncin', as righteous a bluegrass unit as you might want to hear on a Saturday night down at the county seat. The ensemble has achieved a list of awards as long as your arm, and this disc plainly shows exactly why, rollicking and warbling atop a haystack at a barn raising. Dance is pure-dee ruralia, a preservation of an era we're still mooning over lo these many decades later, and, no matter how progressive your political inclinations may be, there's a secret place that everyone in this nation harbors where they secretly pine for the good ol' simple days…reality notwithstanding. Fiddlesticks, I'm not even sure you can retain citizenship if'n ya don't have a copy of this here new confangulated a-loo-me-numb 'n plastic LP substitute, come to think of it, so don't let all my purty wordifyin' stand in the way of rolling up your sleeves and jumpin' in. The longer you wait, the sorrier you'll be, and one day, mark my words, you'll wake up behind bars with Otis, with Barney waggling' his accusatory finger and reminding' ya that he knew no good would come of such abstinence. Ya gotta nip it in the bud!

Track List:

  • Dooley
  • Boil Them Cabbage Down
  • Stay all Night (Stay a Little Longer)
  • Ol' Joe Clark
  • Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
  • Mayberry's Finest Theme
  • Boy, Giraffes are Selfish

Edited by: David N. Pyles


Copyright 2011, Peterborough Folk Music Society.
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