Review by Janine Veazue
Back when rock was still in its infancy and considered scandalous by the general populous, teenagers flocked to small garage and backyard shows in defiance of parental distain and in celebration of their musical rebellion. Today, as that rebellion has been co-opted into a world of top Billboard hits and glossy packaging, the Tremors bring us back to that raw backyard feel, giving listeners the opportunity to bop to a hearty rockabilly beat.
Their newest album on Brain Drain Records, The Scourge of the South, seamlessly incorporates the Tremors’ adoration of mentors, such as Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis, with the raw rock sound that has evolved since times past. This combination of new and old is best reflected in “Rockin’ All the Time,” in which front man Jimmy Tremor brings a bit of the modern devil rockabilly strut into what could otherwise be mistaken for a song at the local VFW mixer.
Slim Perkins (upright bass) and Stretch Armstrong (percussion) deliver a mean, low, foot-tapping bass beat. Just make sure you don’t sit too close to the speakers, as Jimmy Tremor frequently oversteps his ability to slingshot his voice to new heights in such songs as “Pill Popper” and “Call To My Reward.” The Tremors also run ragged with production quality, but they use it to their advantage, filling their songs with images of cats, kittens, drinking, dancing and simple rocking out–cliche, perhaps, in this time of rockabilly and psychobilly revival, but with this trio, you truly believe they sing from life experience.
This is not music for the cute cherry purse and hair pomade crowd. This is music for the hard-drinkin’, tattooed, backwoods kind of rockabilly listener.