By Bob McMahon
By Allison Babka
By Kelsey McClure
By Carolina de Busto
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Steve Brennan
By Joseph Hess
By Allsion Babka
The cover pretty much says it all: Buxom naked chick with devil's tail sitting in flames and holding a pitchfork. It looks like an old sailor's tattoo. You see the cover red and black, of course and if you're at all up on the recent trends in music, you can pretty much peg the Trip Daddys' sound: psychobilly. And you're so damn smart you got it right on the first guess. St. Louis' Trip Daddys are a three-piece garage rockabilly band who move from raucous originals to burning covers (Stray Cats, Carl Perkins, Link Wray, Buddy Holly and, lo and behold, the Nuge (doing a frenzied instrumental version of "Stranglehold"). They've been gigging around town for the past few years, and in that time they've perfected the burning Gretsch hollow-body sound; vocalist Craig Straubinger shore cain play that geetar moving from speeding licks to frenzied panting and has a rockabilly rhythm section (Jamey Almond on bass, Jeff Kersting on drums) that holds everything solidly in place.
No, the Trip Daddys get no points for originality they've discovered the template they love and stick to it, from their choice of instrumentation to the CD graphics but within those restrictive confines they thrive.
They're celebrating the release of their second CD (their first, To Hell and Back in a Cadillac, mined the same terrain), titled The Tripdaddys Made Me Do It ... Live, at the Way Out Club on Saturday, Sept. 25.