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Uncle Tupelo
when i moved to chicago (1990) i would involuntarily vomit if i heard anything with a twang. i lived near an awesome, small rock club called Lounge Ax, and would just wander in a few times a week to see what was going on that night.
one evening i walked in, ordered my old style, heard the band play some acoustic hilljack shit, started drinking my beer faster so i could leave. fortunately for me, on their next song they plugged the gibson sg into the marshall stack & fuckin raged.
bluegrass-based songs about drinking & depression, overamplified & distorted. and then they covered a clash song for an encore. i was, and still am, hooked.
they, uncle tupelo, cut a few albums, mellowed a bit, the broke up, and split into two bands (wilco & son volt), which are both great but just not quite uncle tupelo.
anybody who likes punk/rock and has even a remote interest in country should give "no depression" and "still feel gone" a listen. great stuff.
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