Shit Outta Luck
Milwaukee’s answer to Motorhead, Shit Outta Luck has played strip clubs, pig roasts, and opening spots for Valient Thorr and Agnostic Front. It’s good to be versatile!
In celebration of dirty, sweaty, naked rock ‘n’ roll, a band like Shit Outta Luck always makes me smile — for the same reasons that I couldn’t put down the Motley Crue biography, and that I’m always eager to hear another Led Zeppelin groupie story. In the days before political correctness, overdoses, and media criticisms scared the little boy fantasy out of rock music, rock stars were allowed (encouraged, even!) to be gods! They were above the law, and while this often made them despicable human beings, it made them interesting, and sometimes great, musicians.
Shit Outta Luck is of that breed, and the long-running EP Family Tradition is an absolute salute to chaos, excess, and the escape from responsibility.
Johnny Law’s closing fast behind/ I can turn this rig on a fuckin’ dime/ I’m jammin’ gears and slammin’ beers/ I got a one way ticket to hell! — from “indiana, wisconsin.”
… but that’s not to say that they don’t have a softer side…
You know I love that woman/ Til I’m in the ground/ All day at work all I fuckin do/ Is think of you/ Where did it go wrong, baby? What did I do… what did I do? — from “Drank Up the Rent.”
Guys like this piss me off in real life with their macho, whiskey swilling, cocky bravado, but when set to music, it just somehow fits.
Shit Outta Luck: www.shitouttaluck.com