Royal Son of a Guns / Press

“Hailing and railing from Chicago, while curtailing nothing pertaining to righteousness and proper behavior, this trio describes themselves as “barstool smashing miscreants” ready and willing to “take Americana on a psycho-cathartic hayride through the thorny nettles of the American roots music underbelly,” – and they mean it, folks. With Blue Moses on scrambling electric guitar and riveting vocals, Tomoko pounding the electrified washboard and other percussive items, and John every which way all over the bass, the thrilling threesome recently released Thieving Lying Blood, while spending their precious time riding up and down the Illinois range playing crazy gigs in wild and wooly barrooms. Proclaiming to be a mish-mash of “Johnny Cash meets Black Sabbath,” Royal Son of a Guns claim a musical territory covering rock, outlaw country and acid folk, a dangerous and diabolical landscape indeed.”

“Great new album from our favorite Chicago dark Americana/rockabilly trio. "Thieving Lying Blood" is a very eclectic collection of songs with warm recordings and tight compositions. Digging the kind of strut this band has. They would sound great at some dicey roadhouse in the middle of nowhere. I could see someone getting stabbed during "Five Hundred Horses". Until then you can catch them in two hours at Reggies.”

“Few and far between are the times you stumble across one of those rarefied acts that really grabs you by the shirt and reminds you of what live music is all about. It's the electrified feeling of being plugged in. There's a sense of being enveloped in the energy, the pulse and the smell no recording can capture. Such as it is with Royal Son of a Guns. The overdose of atmosphere leaves you feeling like you just walked into some forgotten Tarantino movie. The sound is raw and dirty with a depraved surrealism like you'd imagine a Johnny Cash and Alice Cooper collaboration to sound like. The set up is stark with Presley-esque vocals, raggedy guitar, bass and an amped up electric washboard that has a boom and crack to it that puts your run of the mill trap kit drummers to shame. Much as I liked Royal Son of a Guns disc, "That Racket", it's the bare knuckle grit of the live performance that got under my skin. Something's wrong if you can't communicate better face to face than you can on wax.”