Bastrad Winos
S/T
By Lucky
(SugarBuzz Hollywood)
SugarBuzz Magazine
Hell-raiser: one given to wild, boisterous, or intemperate behavior….namely an individual that partakes in the Orange County outfit Bastard Winos.
Hard drinking and hell-raising is what’s in store for those who dare to hang with these bad boys. Spearheaded by our guitar slinging homie Harlis Sweetwater (the ruffian who brought you Thrill Deluxe), fronted on saucy slices by Chile Thomas, and powered by the rock solid Garcia boys (Chris and Greg, bass and drums respectively). So get your fire in the can, find some shorts for smoking, cause were going downtown with the Bastard Winos.
Get ready to boogie on down as “Storm Called Me’ starts to brew. Channeled by blues legend gods and a good dose of Boone Farm Apple this opener is a big swig from the jug. Switched up vocals from Chile and Harlis give it good. Halrlis is big blue lung, while Chili is the wood chip, both down right distinctive.
“Rock Me” is a super straight ahead Harlis charged vehicular slaughter. Down home finger picking with super solid bad. Bass rooted and punctuated for that feel good deep penetration. Slamming Twitty.
Clap your hands together and raise a holler, “Mexican Girl” sports the stuff with some god damn great vocal melodies, barrio motif, and enough spice to make your eyes water. Clean ass old school rock n south of the border roll.
Boogie Woogie in the yard as “Lonely Dog” gets caught being taught some new tricks. The likes of Perkins and Cochran may cast a shadow at this outlaw hop. Beat on your suitcase, swing and shout, Bastard Winos are going out.
Nothing better than a “Warm Woman” to set a soul free. Or tie it up in knots. A swampy intro ala Stray cross fades to Hook and the Show. Edgy and strong. Greg hits hard.
“Bottle of Ink” sounds like Canned Heat doing The Standels. Yeah, it’s that good! 12 –Bar Blues, and I am not talking about the nights of my infamous pub crawls. Harlis and Chile just get frantic. What the fuck? Great big legged women? Count me in!
Mix Godfather of Soul, Sly and his Stones and Paul Butterfield and you get the styling of “On My Way”. Super danceable upbeat and just ripping guitar with super fucking fly Chris bottom.
Stand behind me Satan, “100 Proof Juice” of Traveling Man Berry Richard. Shuffle on up and get your fill. You are gonna have some fun tonight. Duckwalk optional.
“9 Gates” lead to eternal bliss on the golden road of rock. Repetitive under texture makes the necessary foundation for the layers of sediment a top. Funky Railroad goes off the tracks.
Closing out and last call, “Orange Blossom” is some down and dirty scrape your knees while you hit the ground blues. You can’t fake shit like this, live it or go home. You’ve been there or you haven’t. Separates the real deal from the pretender. Fucking killer tone as Harlis makes her cry and cry and cry. OMG!
Blues, old school jam, real deal rock. Can you dig it? Better get it.