Ah, the 90sa decade when the most improbable bands were topping the charts and the most left-field indie acts were courted by the majors. In some ways the underground never had it so good, yet it was inevitable that some great records would succeed while equally great ones fell through the cracks. The perfect comeback to big-time 90s production, Morphine did it all with baritone sax, drum kit and bass; Mark Sandman even took two strings off his bass, tirelessly explaining that the two remaining strings had all the notes on them.
A tale of how one local band experienced the glory and disappointment of a major record deal, only to eventually rediscover their love for music. Man, oh man, were we stupid. It's almost funny now to think how naive everyone was about the way the world works.
The term alt-country was used to describe these acts, an alternative to the mainstream, radio-friendly schmaltz that represented the worst aspects of Top 40 and country, music that came with a side of mullets and their own dance crazes. Alt-country has been around for decades. Early incarnations, such as outlaw country and country-rock, shook up the turgid country music scene and returned the genre to its earthy roots.
Ass Ponys was an indie rock band based in Cincinnati, Ohio. The band was formed in from members of Ohio band the Libertines and Midwestern band Gomez. The Ass Ponys went on hiatus inafter releasing the compilation album The Okra Years  - 4 years after their last original material was released in Lohio.
The upright-bass-playing Memphis resident possesses a smoky, waiflike voice and the ability to charm country, blues, and gypsy jazz into a mesmerizing whole. The unsigned DJ brings a new flavor to Houston, blending Baltimore club with electro beats and Cali hyph. Top that off with that classic H-Town drip.
It's a lyric that perfectly sums up the band's place in a venerable tradition of country-rock hurtin' songs and their singular status within it. Sure, you've heard bands like Spider Bags before; on first contact, you'd swear they were some half-remembered mids band that got lost in the college-radio shuffle among the Silver Jews, the Grifters, and Ass Ponys. But it's been an awful long time since you've heard a band pull off this sort of southern-fried slop-pop with such charm, craftiness, and self-deprecating wit.
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Chuck Cleaver Wussy, Ass Ponys has been writing and performing his thoughtful, idiosyncratic songs for over thirty years, developing a cult following of devoted fans across the United States, Europe and beyond. And so. On Send Aid, he set out to fully explore his love of noise mixed with a stripped-down aesthetic.