It's been a cow's age since I anticipated a new record as much as I do this month's Old 97's release. Twenty years since the band's first album, Most Messed Up is being hyped as a return to its roots, a rollicking, raunchy mess. I mean that in the most positive way possible.
Various reviewers have described the record as "a boozy, blurry whirl", "balls-out, country-fried rock", and "blistered, blasted, and brilliant". After a run of releases that were perfectly good, hook-heavy pop offerings, the work of a rock quartet maturing in and out of the studio, the band's long-time fans are thrilled by the notion that the 97's may be returning to Too Far to Care's barely-on-the-tracks vibe.
The record comes out on April 29. It's the first one I've ever pre-ordered, so I get my first listen next Friday. Until then, here's 97's frontman Rhett Miller with a solo version of the title track. It's most definitely NSFW or for children's ears.