Anyone who's ever seen them live automatically starts to sweat at the mention of their name. The energy these four guys exude on banjo, mandolin, steel guitar, and double bass is infectious. They leave no doubt that not everyone with a banjo plays country music, and no one needs more songs about western towns they've never been to or moonshine they've never drunk.
Just as every single show guarantees a steamy atmosphere, stacks of broken strings, and dripping sweat, The Dinosaur Truckers' new album conveys to the listener the increasing certainty that vast landscapes, endless expanses, and the one and only bluegrass punk heaven await right outside their door...
01 Black Ship
02 Let it roll
03 Wolves in the streets
04 Burn the place to the ground
05 Shadow fallin' down my face
06 Tiny studded red designer belt
07 Halfway through
08 Box of memories
09 Mendigos Armados theme
10 The ends are just the same
11 Hey people
12 Leave everything behind
13 High, low and lonesome
