John Lee Hooker, Ray Charles, MC5, Robert Johnson, Otis Spann, Shellac, Larry Brown, R.L. Burnside, Muddy Waters, Junior Kimbrough, The Rolling Stones, Charles Bukowski, The Stooges, Harry Crews, piece of shit cars. Sex. Intendo. Life. The Criminal Justice System, crazyass women, and southern religious hypocrisy.
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The Black Diamond Heavies hail from the southern States of America but spend most of their time in a blue Van or a white van unleashing their punk-ass bues all over the world
"This Tennessee-Hailing Duo have produced a debut of filthy Southern blues that makes the Black Keys seem like choirboys"
--NME
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"the Heavies like to keep things as raw and ground-up as dirt - drums with a trashcan rattle that sound huge and far away (like they were recorded in a wide-open space down the street) and overdriven Fender Rhodes. That's all there is to it, but then again, there's so much more."
--Phoenix New Times
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"Gospel-blues-punk preacher-isers John Wesley Myers and Van Campbell
baptise you in beatific raptures of Hammond, Rhodes and Drums, literally
stripping the sound down to its scantily-clad soul. Almost too
perfectly Myers is the literal son of a (Baptist) preacher man,
whereas Campbell descends from a Bourbon-distilling family. As it is,
you can absolutely bloody tell too, such is the whiskey-swilling
testifying herein. Voodoo shuffles its sinicious way through..."
"... swigging, swaggering and setting the VU meters swinging
right through the red like a shamans trance-eyes for the entire
ceremony till the closing corpse-raising broadsides you with it's mutant Tina Turner chicken-dancing on a Motown mamba mantra. Funky cactus-caressed wagon-train blues...."
"... aren't so much like Canned Heat as they heat yer can,
violate viscera and turn your pupils to pulp direct from the pulpit.
"...draped in ditch-dirt and paying the tab at the Devils Inn with small change from the confession box, while swabbing woulds with sandpaper."
-- Stu Gibson
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Hey, thanks for the tour wishes! Right back at ya! Rock that shit all over Europe! Your tunes are making a great road soundtrack... Two days till Chattanooga... xoxo
seriously jonesing to see you guys again, it's been over a year since i drove up to see ya'll and nick cave show chicago what's up. please come back to texas soon. i'll get you all the beer you can drink.
loved your shows in Leiria and Coimbra :) I have some nice photos from the show in Leiria. I could send to you, if you want. just give me your contact.
Thank you so much for accepting our request, your show at the DBF was so nothing short that stunning! Hope to hook up again one of your shows sometimes soon.