Th' Legendary Shack Shakers
with The Psycho Devilles
Copper Rocket Pub, Winter Park, FL
11/20/04
by Jen Cray

Before the crowd is ready for such a demonstration of Vaudevillian theatre, opening band the Psycho Devilles take the stage. These three guys from Sarasota, Florida are nothing special. They aren't bad musicians, but they aren't memorable. Maybe the whole rockabilly trip is just a bit played out. Seems like everywhere you look there's another band with an upright bass, dressing like the Fonz from Happy Days, and covering Elvis and Johnny Cash. It's been done, let's move on.

But don't Th' Legendary Shack Shakers have an upright bass, and play rockabilly, you ask. Yes they do; however, they add a load of Southern Gothic flavor to the mix and churn out some of the most unique-sounding music this side of the Mississippi. Thirty seconds into their show you realize that you're seeing something new. Colonel J.D. first steps up to the mic' dressed like a quiet country boy. He's got suspenders holding up his cut-off brown pants, black and white striped socks reminiscent of the Wizard of Oz, and black framed glasses. He seems polite, and a bit shy even -- until the music begins, and slowly a wild animal peers out from behind his eyes. For your viewing pleasure, Dr. Jeckyl becomes Mr. Hyde.

Iggy Pop, Lux Interior, and Jello Biafra (whom, by the way, is a fan) have all been called amazing frontmen. They've also been called insane, repugnant, and frightening. Good or bad, however people remember their performances the fact remains that they do remember them. If ever you attend a Shack Shakers show, you will not forget the hillbilly-gone-awry theatrics of one Colonel J.D. Wilkes.

After an hour of unforgiving intensity the music builds to its climax. And as the music gets faster and harder, the Colonel hurls a cup of water into the crowd, climbs a speaker, and slams his fist into the spotlight which has bathed him in red all night. Hot glass shatters and clings to his skin as he and the band run off the stage. A fitting, blood-spilled end to a memorable night.

