Interview With The Lovesick Cowboys
ALL BEAT-UP ON BLUEGRASS, BROKEN DREAMS AND WHISKEY
Get over your gal and drink your milk cowboy. She left town yesterday on the Deputy’s arm. Besides, there’s plenty more gals in this seven-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-horse-town. Actually, don’t. Please stay exactly where you are – all drunk, sad and howling hot with tears – and revel in this anguish for a while, because (as I’m sure we’d all agree) the very spine of country music is the miserable, hard-done-by, broken-hearted-lonesomeness it purveys, a fact presumably not lost on the Lovesick Cowboys. Don’t get me wrong, lovesickness is a heavy cross to bear (and one we’re presumably all familiar with carrying), but if you can croon over a Appalachian bluegrass number about it, all beat-up on broken dreams and whiskey, there’ll be harlots, hookers, funtime-freaks and good-time girls queuing up the length of Main Street for a toot on your hipflask and a honk of your tonk.
Busting out of the embryonic Leeds folk scene like a locomotive hell-bent on reaching Yuma before the Georgian moonshine runs dry, the Lovesick Cowboys primarily play songs by Hank Williams (Sr.), Johnny Cash and, of course, Elvis. They do this with guitar, lap steel, double bass and fiddle. Although in this modern day and age this may seem like a pastiche, the band (who naturally dress in a style befitting their idols) have gained a solid reputation in a wide range of venues by playing the music they love with complete authenticity, supplemented with injections of energy and their omnipresent humour.
Despite their hearts lying in self-tattooed tatters, their heads swimming in the past and their fingers shredded on chicken-wire, the Lovesick Cowboys eschewed submitting daguerreotypes to us when we sent out a posse to round them up and ask some questions. Instead they retorted in the modern, digital way. And gave us this free MP3 for you to enjoy. So walk big, shoot straight and wear your Stetsons proud. Hearts are ten-a-penny and they always mend eventually. Just enjoy the anguish while it resonates and ricochets so beautifully around the saloon.