The trashcan obsessional

Just got a new one on the tape deck from Russ Waterhouse’s (Blues Control) imprint White Tapes.  The Wild Gunmen are a duo/trio? outa Cinncity that have a serious drug problem.  They rip and tear at the songs they put together that bemoan a real hatred of one’s self that get to me.  It’s real as real can be, and it scares the living shit out of a dude.  You’ve got real songs here, and the depravity that eek out of banjo/fiddle/heavy-on-the-bass drumming/WRETCHED ass vocals just straight stick on your body.  Haven’t come across something this disturbing in a long long time.  It reminds me of NOTHING.  Songs of Jesus, drug addiction, paranoia and loathing to the highest degree.  Find it.  Somewhere.