No matter you you lick em or stick em, Drew Hickum and the Colonels have a good time. And I’d like to apologize for that statement, but I’m giddy with lack of sleep, and rhymes like that simply cannot be passed up. This crew makes quite fine music–pleasant, rollicking, banjo-fueled fun with a decided Southern accent. It ends up somewhere between the Old 97s, Ricky Skaggs and some kind of slow-burn Appalachian splendor.
It’s almost a cliche to associate Southern-flavored music with road trips, but this album is begging to go into the CD changer for a voyage. You should really give them a listen over at the ole Myspace.
