I like my country music served with whiskey on the rocks, dusty boots, tattoos and scruffy facial hair. Felice Brothers dish it up just like that.
I’m always in awe and feeling disappointed in our youth when bands like this don’t get the “OMG! WTF!” recognition they should get. When our precious, bratty youth are sucking on Beiber lollipops and shaking their teen booties to Gaga without a thread of interest in anything not played on their local FM radio station that plays a “mix” of music. Barfola.
Anyway, Felice Brothers, the 30-somethings love you!