There ain’t nothing nice about Truckstop Honeymoon. They play banjos and wash tubs. They sing about adultery and oil refineries. It’s break-neck breakdowns or heart-break waltzes. Like a Dodge with a burnt out clutch, their music has two speeds and no reverse.Katie Euliss learned guitar, piano and bucket bass in the streets of New Orleans. She scammed enough money from tourists to buy Lucky Strikes and smoked oysters for six years.Then she met Mike West. Part entertainer, part snake oil salesman, Mike lived by pickin’ banjo and selling cds that he claimed were a curative for hangovers and small mindedness.Together they began a perpetual tour of North America, Europe and Australia. They spent their wedding night in the Tiger Truck Stop, somewhere between Lafayette and the Atchafalya Swamp. Truckstop Honeymoon was born.
'Truckstop Honeymoon got the chops' - The Stranger, Seattle
'The foot-stomping bass lines and rousing choruses melted my cold, cold heart' - Rocket Fuel, Houston TX
'It's gritty, grisly and guttural, and makes for damn fine music' - Where Y'At Magazine, New Orleans, LA