NASHVILLE. The same town that gave us murder on music row(the event) and a system where 4000 destitute writers shuffle commercial targetted beer and truck commercial jingles in writers rounds, suckling at its teat for the chance to have a nonoffensive looking semiattractive talentless canadian fake a southern accent and make it one of its 20 soulless hits CMT will get behind each year.
NASHVILLE has finally delivered the goods. Barry Donegan, Ty Coughlin, Ryan Johnson, Chris Bradley, and Brian Lerner's shoes. Yes, though it goes without saying; I'm referring to the legendary LOT LIZARDS. A name taken from trucker slang for the hookers who service them in the lonely nights at the rest stop.
The Lot Lizards are considered* among the greatest names in Outlaw Country. Since there formation in rural east nashville, near where douglas street meats trinity lane, the Lot Lizards have maintained their commitment to the dark, twisted roots of REAL country music.
Although one cannot deny the lasting legacy of artists such as willie nelson and hank williams, their contributions to the proud history of country music is but a crumb of dirt in the mountain of innovation that is the LOT LIZARDS.
The release of their debut single, a remake of the traditional appalachian murder ballad "knoxville girls", first popularized by the louvin brothers, was the "shot heard round the world" in the "revolutionary war" that is Lot Lizards meteoric rise to the top of Country Music, and lead-like descent into that special place in our hearts. Relive that magic time now by letting the old phonograph play. Let the needle remind you how exciting it was the first time. Let it touch you in places you didn't know you had.
The Lot Lizards is the real fuckin deal, and NASHVILLE, nay the WORLD, will never be the same.
*="by us"
