TG Swampbusters – Swamp Rock Country Blues | Album Review

TG Swampbusters –¬†Swamp Rock Country Blues

Booze Records

12 songs time-45:45

From deep down in the swampland of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada comes the “dad gumist” configuration of varmints you ever laid your ears on-TG Swampbusters. From the rustic noise they make you’d swear they where from deep down in the Louisiana swamps. They capture that essence with a funky-ness unbeknownst to most of mankind. The quirky lyrics and wonderfully off- kilter guitar antics by TG make for one hell of an unexpected good time. He also plays harmonica that serves more as a way of lending blues authenticity as his playing skills are limited. TG(Tim Gibbons) and the rest of his swamp power trio have conjured up a refreshing set of music. The rhythm section of Patch on drums and “Swampy” Joe Klienfiltr on bass prop up the musical shenanigans of TG who wrote all this crazy goodness. The lyrics are rife with Louisiana and southern references that lend an authenticity to the proceedings.

Anybody that can come up with witty lyrics such as- “slick back possum with a reefer in his paw, rackin’ up a tray, he’s a rebel with a cause”, “crow strumming on a Dobro, an alligator pickin’ on a tenor banjo” as in “One Hundred Proof Blues” is just fine and dandy in my book. Full of chuggin’ guitar, bayou references and rattling percussion…It doesn’t get any better than this. Witticisms abound in these parts with song titles like “She Always Ate Her Crackers In Bed” and “Twist My Rubber Arm”. “Pitching A Tent” is super catchy with its’ nicely distorted guitar parts. A wonderful guitar tone is attained on “The Devil Gets His Due”.

“Baby Sin” has a funky-chunky groove with rustic sounding guitar. The variety of guitar sounds used continues throughout the CD, including some way neato fuzz guitar on “Cranberry Corners”. The melancholy lyrics and acoustic guitar of “She Gave Me The Blues” caps things off in a laidback mood.

Swampy, southern downhome perspective oozes out of every song with a true authenticity. Nothing here comes off as corny or hokey. It seems like every guitar and harmonica lick, drum part, bass line and word were carefully thought out to create the sense of a drunken, loopy, feel good swamp juke joint band. “Pappy pass me some a’ dat possum gravy and turn the jukebox up way loud”. Who you gonna call?

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