Honky

Honky

House of Good Tires (Hall of Records)

Remember the night you went to that party way out in the country, and woke up on the couch the next morning not knowing where you were, a pounding in your head independent of your own heartbeat? You know, that's when you found your Chevelle with barf all over the hood, parked up against a tree in the front yard. Wasn't that the night you spent all your money on table dances at that titty bar? Shit. Of course you don't remember, you asshole, you were too fucked up on Jack Daniels and Lone Star talls. Well, hesher -- Honky was what you had on 10 that night. Take my word for it. Every song is a motorcycle-boot-stomp through the Garden of Riffs, with Bobby Rock breaking away from the rock & roll carnage long enough to throw in a squiggly guitar solo per song. It'd almost be too much if the band wasn't tongue-in-cheek (i.e. "Your Bottom's at the Top of My List" and "Don't Shoot Baby, I Love You"). And yes, "Badfoot" is here, the song that got this Austin trio into a world of trouble with a bowling alley full of Chicago lesbians. ZZ Top meets the MC5 in a Texas cage match, the loser spending eternity with his ear stapled to a Marshall stack. Hell yeah. (Thursday, March 15, Red Eyed Fly, 10pm)