Drunk Horse

There's something about good Southern bands that fans the flames of rock 'n' roll like gasoline on a campfire. Think ZZ Top's "La Grange," think Lynyrd Skynyrd, think slow, bluesy jams followed by the hard snap of a guitar solo. Southern rock thinks from the hips, grabs you by the belt buckle, and makes you fantasize about gunning your motorcycle till you're alone with the tumbleweeds and the rattlesnakes.

Related Content

• Mountain Winery 2011: Huey Lewis! Grace Potter! Neko Case! Yacht Rock!
  May 6, 2011
• SFoodie Advent Calendar, Day 12: Wassail from Drinkwell Soda
  December 16, 2010
• Sunday Night: The Black Crowes Begin Their Last Stand at the Fillmore
  December 13, 2010
• Bouncer Ponders the Afterlife in Buckshot
  October 26, 2011
• The Sword: Show Preview
  September 29, 2010

More About

• Eli Eckert
• Budweiser
• La Grange
• ZZ Top
• Lynyrd Skynyrd

Like this Story?

Sign up for the Music Newsletter: Keep your thumb on the local music scene with music features, additional online music listings and show picks. We'll also send special ticket offers and music promotions available only to our Music Newsletter subscribers.

Privacy Policy Cancel Continue

Playing Southern rock isn't as easy as picking up a cowboy hat, a Coors shirt, and a pair of cop sunglasses. Just like the whiskey that goes so well with it, the genre invites both belly-warming firebrands and cheap, painful imitators. Bands like Nashville Pussy and Speedealer go for the quick thrills by mixing lines of cocaine and cock rock in a metal Molotov cocktail, while the Black Crowes and Buckcherry water down the sound, leaving arena rock for those suckers who don't mind playing $6 for a Budweiser. Then there's Drunk Horse, a band that dips the Southern flag in acid and flies it high.

Channeling the South from Oakland, Drunk Horse sounds like it's been raised on a steady diet of Thin Lizzy, thick-ribbed rock, and THC. Its latest release, Tanning Salon/Biblical Proportions, splits the foursome's 12 punk-fried numbers into two psychedelic extremes: consumer and biblical culture.

Steering clear of middle-class-cowboy-sings-the-white-trash-blues themes, the album begins with a smart-aleck look at bankrolled beauty. Drunk Horse covers the unusual here -- from the fake 'n' bakers who sizzle in "Tanning Salon" to the footwear that soothes on "AM/FM Shoes." The record's second half retools a few of the more visceral Bible stories, making like Cliffs Notes for headbangers. On "In the Beginning" the band tackles the tale of blood brothers Cain and Abel: "My brother was playing favorites and he got it right between the eyes."

Musically, Drunk Horse spreads thick instrumental layers over Eli Eckert's left-out-in-the-sun drawl. Eckert and second guitarist Cyrus Cominsky trade off between bluesy textures and metal riffs wrapped in skidding squeals, sometimes taking up half a song with their solos. Add bassist John Niles, drummer Cripe Jergensen, and elements of piano, cello, violin, French horn, and organ, and you've got a stoned Southern road trip -- without having to leave your own carport.