Crawling directly from a petroleum-covered lake in the backwoods of some imaginary place far, far south of the Mason-Dixon line and moving until it stands upright in the parking lots and institutional prisons (read: Schools, crappy, crappy places of work) of suburbia and scares all y’all back into living in the good life of wine, women and song comes Parchman’s Farm (Cover operations base: Northern California), a band that brings back the spirit of the late ‘60s (think: Grand Funk, Blue Cheer, Cream) with such authenticity that you might find yourself sowing curtains from your mother’s favorite table cloth and letting your freak flag fly, so authentic that bands such as Queens of the Stone Age will have to start listening the Farm as an influence.

Driven by the rhythm section of Carson Binks (lead bass) and Chris Labrech (drums) and topped off with the scrumptious guitar work of Allyson Baker and the barbaric yawp vocalizations of Eric Shea, Parchman Farm simply put kicks much ass. – Jedd Beaudoin