Thanks for the Silver
Label: Small Stone Records Co.
Probably heavier than Skynyrd ever were -- but lacking the chorus-hooked tune-sense of Nitzinger or Point Blank, much less Skynyrd themselves -- these would-be rednecks from Maine nonetheless do okay by Dixie rock's post-Stones funk; cowbell, organ, slide and 16th notes help. Their tales of the road, booze, long cold nights and needles squeak by, too. But they'd sound less stodgy if they'd edit their jams down, and they probably didn't plan for the weary, almost-eight-minute title slog to resemble Kid Rock. They're better in "Moonshine," gunning for New England boogie ancestors Aerosmith.