Pure Country Gold – You Gotta Bro Up To Bro Down
Not really a fan of ‘alcohol fuelled brutality’ when it comes as gruff and Zakk Wyldey as the vocals on this track (appropriately // awesomely named You Gotta Bro Up To Bro Down) but there’s so much unbridled, filthy, slam-you-to-the-floor yelling awesome action in this track that it’s pretty irresistible. Testosterone central jumps straight into it with riff #1 jaggedly spazzing out all over the scummy floor of the bar, while riff #2 just kinda squeals its way in behind the other one, tentatively feeding back without letting the dirty riffery be overridden by straight noise. The vocals really pin this track down though – as I said before, G R UF F. It’s the yelling into $5 mic recording that we’ve come to know // love // hate // ‘liked before everyone else but now it’s kinda shit eh’, only with copious amounts of garage brutality on the side. The garage-blues-booze-fist slamming doesn’t even go the 2-minute distance, so you’d best have your finger on repeat. Also, pretty jealous that I didn’t come up with the name Pure Country Gold for my own punk band.
