This is Canary Mine's 7th release and if you're not familiar with their name, you may nonetheless have heard 'em without even knowing it. If you caught the 2007 film Weirdsville, their tracks Rock Song and Cool Breeze were in it. The foursome's an eclectic bunch and incorporates hip-hop, rap, and a bit of prog (Get Out of my Head, which morphs into what Joni Mitchell did in Twisted by way of rag and doo-wop, ha!) into folk, rock, country, and a good deal of humor in the repertoire, ending up with a sound that even embraces jug in Walk my Dog and elsewhere.
If you're still crying over the break-up of the Asylum Street Spankers, 'cause I sure as hell am, these guys make a great resort, satirical, a bit unruly, wise-ass, tuneful, irreverent (any group sporting a song carrying the refrain of "My balls are blue!" and whose debut CD was titled Bitter, Better, Happy, Horny gets my attention), and minded of a tendency to use a Waring blender as a writing instrument, tossing all kinds of stuff in just to see what comes out the other end—and how can ya beat that?
Then, just to really bamboozle ya, they do a straight take on Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie, as churchy and hoot 'n hollow as ya please, redolent of pioneer wagons and sighing breezes rustling through the arbor. Of course it's followed by a short cheezy satire on weepy soul songs, Ooh Girl just to throw you off, and then the 50s-esque ribald By the Balls, something Wilderness Road would've done long ago had they the…cojones. So, yep, I think the Spankers are the closest you're going to come to a comparative here, and, dammit, there just ain't enough good times in music any more, especially not of the kind that would make your mother blush.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
Copyright 2012, Peterborough Folk Music Society.
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