Split Lip Rayfield
Split Lip Rayfield
Bloodshot
I remember this movie! This was the scene where the teens, drunk on corn mash moonshine, race their combines. The Harvester is pulling ahead, mowing wheat like a kid getting his first punk haircut. Teen hoods and floozies are hanging all over the madly wheeling vehicles, keeping their extremities clear of the whirling blades with the casual ease of those born on the farm. Unaware of the country carousing, an innocent couple is necking in the tall grain… that was a great movie.
Seriously, Split Lip Rayfield, a trio of guitar, banjo, and a single-string bass that appears to be made from an automotive gas tank, pour out more attitude and swagger through these flimsy boxes and wires than a whole stageful of brats with Marshal stacks. The themes of the songs are tales of the farm, the road, the small dusty town with the rows of pickup trucks. The trucker addicted to pinball and his sad fate. What I’m going to do with your daughter. Those promotional Exxon gewgaws, from pre-Valdez days. Kick up a dust storm with Split Lip Rayfield and their breakneck rhythms. Bloodshot Records, 912 W. Addison St., Chicago, IL 60613
