Voodoo Horseshoes / Press

“With the opening thunder of galloping horses and the dripping swirl of chorused-out guitars, there is never a doubt where this album is going. If what emanates from the speakers doesn't give you a clue, the warning label might: "Should not be used while driving. May cause psychedelic experiences." I tested this theory in my Toyota Corolla and found that although my experience lacked psychedelic trappings, such as a talking painting of a spirit cat riding shotgun, there is an overall groovy and carefree sound that is more otherworldly than dangerous. The second track, "Clear Blue Skies," is anything but dangerous; in fact, it's nearly pop rock perfection, with Greg Allman-esque piano and a surfeit of guitar soloing. Fans of local music will instantly recognize this as a Ryan "Schmed" Maynes production. It flourishes. It has depth. It's shamelessly poppy. Until it isn't. Tracks like the spiraling "Lonesome" and the creepy country of "Trailer King" are more akin to the Butthole Surfers t”

“lonesome"continued from above" and the creepy country of "Trailer King" are more akin to the Butthole Surfers than power hippy pop. "Johnys," an ode to all the musicians gone to heaven, is a grand and funny tribute to good musicians long gone, demonstrating just how the Voodoo Horseshoes do that voodoo that they do so well.”

“Ride on with Voodoo Horseshoes, Missoula’s ‘Reckneckhippiestonerfreaks!’It was around midnight on Saturday in the Palace Lounge when local rock band Voodoo Horseshoes took the stage. The occasion: a cd release party for their first studio album Flight of the Platypus, recorded in Missoula's Club Shmed studios. I didn't know what to expect when a bunch of self-proclaimed "redneck hippie stoner country freaks" opened their set with a didgeridoo, a banjo and a screaming electric mandolin. What the audience got was the album's third song, "Miniature Circular Orbits."Immediately, the crowd started moving with the groovy, spacey jam. First of all, it's awesome that a band from Montana has an album named after a flightless, egg laying, duck-billed marsupial from Australia and play with a didgeridoo. Flight of the Platypus opens with a catchy groove that proves that they are a group made for live shows.”