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Tupelo Moan / Press

“Tupelo Moan Cocaine and Chicken Grease Self-Released Street: 07.12 Tupelo Moan = Rubber Factory–era The Black Keys + The Dead Weather Fuck yeah! No, seriously, I said, “Fuck yeah,” every 20 seconds the first time through this album. I tried to find both of the items listed in the album title to get the full effect. I ended up with a bowl full of powdered sugar, for looks, and a giant trough of chicken nuggets. My life could be worse. Tupelo Moan stick their heads straight into the gutter of ultra-heavy, dark, gritty blues. Substantial guitar effects are always applied and are usually superimposed with horn sections that sound like sex (“I’m Gonna Go Now”). Simplicity in all instruments allows you to focus on the intensity without being overwhelmed. Chaos ensues in a few songs with irresistible discord and aggression—“Marie Laveaux” is an example. I’m going to get sweaty in my underwear and punch things now.”

“Tupelo Moan Self-Titled Self-Released Street: 11.12.10 Tupelo Moan = Stevie Ray Vaughan + The White Stripes The minute this album starts with “Take You Out,” it feels as if it was written in a dive by two guys just jamming out for the hell of it somewhere around the Alabama/Tennessee border. Trying to capture the southern rock feel with a harder edge, Brad McCarley and Jason Roberts pounded out this eight-track trucker-like album in a matter of weeks at McCarley’s own Salt Lake Recording Service. This release finds Tupelo Moan stripped to bare bones with little flash and no invisible backup on tape. Songs like “Fishin’ Hole” and “See You Smilin’” reinforce the “southern comfort” vibe, with McCarley’s vocals squawking out like they are being called over an ol’ CB radio. It’s definitely a road trip soundtrack, especially if you’re headed for the Mississip’. ”