Powersolo

Powersolo
Schubas, Chicago
Friday, September 14, 2007

Tunes about truckin,’ fuckin’, and NASCAR, mopey C&W, amphetamine-laced rockabilly, and a jewel-case picture of the band hanging off a tractor in the middle of a farm field. Where else could Powersolo call home than Aarhus, Denmark?

There is one point, three songs into Powersolo’s It’s Raceday . . . And Your Pussy Is Gut (Crunchy Frog) where you notice these guys aren’t good ol’ boys after all, and that’s on “Mr. Suit,” when vocalist Kim Kix pronunciates “problem” with a distinctly Danish accent. Other than that, these guys (Kix, guitarist Atomic Child, and drummer Jcbenz) sound like they could be from Mississippi, Georgia, Texas, or any number of states we identify with this kind of dusty, bluesy twang. They go even farther south than that on “Juanito,” a mariachi song about a sexed-up fella named Juanito who likes riding his donkey and “fucking all the chicas from east to west.” The Powersolo boys might appear to be be infatuated with subjects Americans think are strictly red, white, and blue like Dale Earnhardt Jr. and burnin’ doughnuts in “NASCAR” and truck stops and highway 69 on “Truckin’,” but they also don’t try to hide their roots: the group call their sound “B-movie donkey punk from Denmark.”

Andre Williams apparently didn’t give two shits where they came from. The iconic musician lends vocals to “Hillbilly Child” where he urges listeners to “get hip to Powersolo” and later unleashes one of the oddest lines ever put to record: “‘Cause nobody knows where the nose goes, when the doors are closed.”

Powersolo open for Heavy Trash

– Trevor Fisher

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