Two Cow Garage sounds like a vanload of corn-fed Midwesterners, road-weary and fueled by jerky snacks, Gatorade and whatever remained of the Budweiser from last night’s green room. The raw, plug-in-and-go crunchiness of Micah Schnabel’s guitars gives listeners the impression that they can still hear that Long Island Iced Tea that some jackass in Albany spilled into the amp. His vocals are delivered in a hybrid Waits/Earle/Petty/Adams growl that suggests it’s time to empty the ashtray and put substantially more sunscreen on the left forearm than the right.
Dustin Harigle, Shane Sweeny and (sometimes) Chris Flint put the rubber on the road, with beats and bottom ends that sample from the best the Pan-Americana tradition has to offer. There’s Jayhawks, Whiskeytown, Old 97s and a smattering of everything that came out of Uncle Tupelo tangled into Two Cow’s catchy and well-constructed melodies. It gives the listener the same restless leg feeling that one gets from Lucinda’s Car Wheels on a Gravel Road, only this gravel road leads to a saloon with chicken wire in front of the stage and sawdust on the floor.
Two Cow Garage’s second album The Wall Against Our Backs was produced by Brent Best of Slobberbone, who’s influence accentuates that squashed-bugs-on-the-windshield sound and makes the record sound like it should be listened to at seventy miles per hour with all the windows down.
For more information or to listen to Two Cow’s take on American road music, go to www.twocowgarage.com