Wanted: Hell raising rural route boys drunk on the pleasures of backwoods living who like their country with plenty of attitude. If indeed that's what you want, Willie Heath Neal and His Cowboy Killers have plenty of the stuff and are damn proud of it, thank you very much.
Neal, wwho came into this world a country song...in the back of a Gwinnett County police car in Atlanta, the press release proudly boasts, perhaps focus a little too much on country stereotypes, but this debut effort is done with enough charm and spirit of fun they are able to pull it off.
There are songs about running around ("Ain't Doing Me Right"), drinking away the blues ("Warm Whiskey") and getting the hell away from a man's daughter, you no good sumabitch ("Backwoods, Country, White Trash"). The question, "Are You Sure Steve Earle Done It This Way?", gets answered with a blue-ribbon cover of Earle's "Guitar Town."
The raspy-voiced Neal and His Killers are a non-pretentious bunch who ultimately win you over by displaying what seems to be a sincere appreciation of country - the music and the life.