10w40

10w40 are the guys with the brass knuckles waiting for you outside the shady dive where you just gambled away your last paycheck. They're the rum runners with loose teeth and shifty eyes; a rambling, raucous, spitting beast of a band that hitches howling guitars to a rhythm train engineered by the Devil himself—one moment rusted to the tracks of Civil War history or the Bible, the next belching black smoke, crippled truckers and hunting accidents. Shotguns, rye whiskey and sideshow-geek sweethearts spill out sideways while this group of n’er-do-wells manages to leave the audience sucker-punched, pie-eyed and buried under a brick wall of sound. Think Captain Beefheart meets an electrified fistful of Huddie Ledbetter, The Bad Seeds, Pere Ubu and Crazy Horse, and you're about halfway toward understanding why this group shines.