Brothers and sisters, do you hear that ringing? It ain't the ice cream man, it's the death knell for all the Nashville pretenders. South Mouth provides a knock out blow to those who think being a country singer means painted-on jeans, a flawlessly manicured mustache, and a mysterious fondness for Bread and the Eagles.
Check out this formidable triple threat--drop dead writing, singing, and playing. The honky-tonk chops are impeccable, and it's even got his scandalous love song to Nashville (you know the one). Get on board the rising Robbie star as he proclaims to the world that Nashville can't get it up with a crane.
"If there is anything more surprising than the dynamic sounds Robbie Fulks can squeeze from his junky-looking acoustic guitar, it's the darkness, wit, irony and originality he squeezes into deceptively traditional country melodies." Monica Eng, Chicago Tribune
"Robbie Fulks' latest is alt.country at its finest because of/despite (based on your orientation) his frank account of his tenure as an indentured songwriter in Nashville in the song 'Fuck This Town.'" Chet Flippo, Billboard
"Throughout this '50's meets the '90's classic, the triple threat of vocalist, writer, and musician are in constant evidence. His next album will be on a major, but in the meantime, it's tough luck Nashville--you're still left will all those Tracy guys, and Chicago got the genius." Tim Perry, Country Music International
"Judging from the '50's style hard-country sound of his second disc, you'd swear Fulks once traded beers with Webb Pierce." Alanna Nash, Entertainment Weekly