And they are altruistic, claiming their debut album, Booze Fighter “is saving country music one shot of whiskey at a time.”
So, naturally, I was intrigued.
The first song “Honky Tonk Nights” got my attention. It starts with a mellow guitar chord, the sound of beer can popping open, and then busts into some Celtic punk-sounding hillbilly bluegrass with redneck/punk vocals and a manic fiddle. That’s the best I can describe it. Fun.
The other tracks continue in that musical vein. A lot of polka, rockabilly, mandolin, washtub bass even.. And to make it better, they aren’t afraid to wield a harmonica on some tracks. I love me some harmonica.
My favorite part of the Streakin’ Healys, though, is their lyrics. So deep, they really make you think. Well, kinda. At least they make you laugh. A lot.
“My conscience screams fucking apathy.”
“Dirty pirate whores for life
I never got to say goodbye.”
“Gimme some Willie or Johnny or Waylon or even Hanks I, II, or III.
Get out of my face, your life’s a disgrace, and start drinking heavily.”
“Christmastime in rehab has been so good for me.”
This is a band I’m going to have to see live. Streakin’ Healys – won’t you please come to Denver?