Whiskey myers

Whiskey Myers

SnakeFarm The spirit of Skynyrd is alive and well.

Three years ago, Whiskey Myers came of age with their fourth album Mud, produced by Brent Cobb. Their self-titled fifth is selfproduced, four songs longer, and maintains the band’s upward trajectory.

Coming from East Texas gives this seven-piece a keen sense of country. But while they cite Hank Williams and Waylon Jennings, the delivery is usually more Ronnie Van Zant and they sound first and foremost like a southern rock band. They do, though, switch effectively between heavy-duty stomps (opener Die Rockin, Bitch etc) and chicka-boom with lap steel and harmonica (Rolling Stone, Houston County Sky). Their lyrics – written mostly by frontman Cody Cannon – are witty, and the band are as at home taking it slow (as on Bury My Bones) as when pushing the pedal to the floor (witness Gasoline, a barroom brawler with a fabulous wah-wah solo). The album closes with Bad Weather, which fades teasingly on the record but promises to be a Free Bird-type monster live. ■■■■■■■■■■