Greezy Wheels

Gone Greezy

Dig the cover: The dude’s in a groove, shoulders hunched and getting down, dressed in a crisp, white T-shirt and clean tailored jeans. His shoes are no doubt spit-shined. The music’s snaking down his backbone, shooting out of his fingertips. He’s Gone Greezy. And so has Greezy Wheels, the decade-spanning veteran locals re-embracing a genuinely freewheeling not-country, not-folk, not-rock, not-jazz sound, the one escorting ’em to the progressive country dance in the 1970s. With a jaunty sound somewhere to the far southwest of Dan Hicks, the Hattersleys – Cleve, fiddling wife Mary, and sister Lissa – croon with utter joy about an ever-quirky POV in life and love (“My Planets Are in Retrograde,” “Shake Until You Rattle,” “Don’t Come Home When You’re Mad at Me”). Gone Greezy won’t grab your head, but it’ll pull you up to your feet. Penny Jo Pullus, bassist John Jordan, and drummer John Bush round out Greezy‘s unadorned, back porch accompaniment, a potent only-in-Texas combo that makes this the finest Greezy Wheels platter since the ‘Dillo’s doors were open.

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This article appears in June 3 • 2011.

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