Imagine a dude-ranch dustup between the chaw-chewin’ rockabillies of BR5-49 and the neoswing creepies in the Squirrel Nut Zippers, and what you’d have is-well, what you’d have is a pretty pathetic fight come to think of it. Not a puncher in the bunch, sad to say. So imagine this instead: These good-natured groups decide not to fight at all-’cause love reigns on the ranch, doncha know-and instead they hoedown as one big, quirked-out band back by the barbecue pit. The resultant collaboration would no doubt sound a lot like the Hot Club of Cowtown, Austin, Texas’ boot-scootin’ boy-girl-boy trio, which stirs up sepia-shaded string jazz with bouncy Western swing.
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