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The self-professed longhaired rednecks
have returned to blasphem-ize a new swarm of raucous rabble-rousers
by having their own brand of backwoods barbecue where every ill-mannered
and mischievous outlaw's invited to participate. The afternoon's
sure to be filled with plenty of smoking, drinking, sweating
and cussing, before being turned over to the main course of the
day, which features 15 "Choice Cuts" of roasted musical
perfection with only a minimal amount of flab.
The Atlanta natives have truly epitomized
the spirit of rock and roll since their debut in 1991. In everything
from the clothes they wear, to the simple yet inspired words
contained in their songs, "Jackyl's" always exhibited
a certain charm in their character that has yet to diminish.
Having never bowed to the latest fashion in possessing a devotion
to staying true to themselves as musicians, unlike some who prefer
the term "artists," "Jackyl" doesn't seem
to give a shit about whether they're selling twenty million albums
or twenty. As long as they can go out and have their fun doing
what they love to do, and recruit enough of a number of shit-kicking,
beer-swilling, mud-slingers to get their party started, they're
happy enough. So why, with several hit-singles, a platinum album
and relatively youthful seven-year career under their belts do
they want to release a best of package? Isn't this usually for
a band ready to call it a career? Not so in this case, as the
band was basically looking for an "out" - that is to
"get out" on the road and ready themselves for a full-throttle,
neck-breaking return trip through this great nation of ours.
Rallying the troops and calling to arms, these representatives
of the working middle-class are ready to again kick up some Dixieland
dust in the face of the tiresome corporate rock class.
"Choice Cuts" spans "Jackyl's"
greatest achievements, having previously appeared on each of
their first three studio discs, alongside two covers (flab),
unreleased tracks and two live recordings. Add to this, the ever-colorful
commentary of the band's "outspoken" (do you think??),
chainsaw-wielding, six-shooter of a lead vocalist, Jesse James
Dupree, whose unyielding passions to piss in the wind and have
fun at all costs have continued to endear him to media conglomerates
everywhere. Part by part cooking instructions are also included
so even the most amateurish of cookout incognizants will have
the least amount of difficulty. But be forewarned, this best
of does in no way imply that Jackyl have fired their last shot
to the sky! Such a suggestion is probably a good way to get yourself
choked from the very bible-belt they originated from.
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