Record Review - 2 February 19 2003
Some might grouse that these bluegrass jokesters have outlived their 15 minutes, dragging the whisky-soaked AC/DC catalog to their mythical town of Deer Lick Holler, and following that with twanging '80s "mountain love" nuggets from Queen and Aerosmith. But Dixie's third album in less than three years proves that this one joke band hasn't gotten old — yet.
Stripped of drums, bass and electricity, the Kiss oeuvre holds up surprisingly well, dressed-down in coveralls and torn jeans. Between the jumpy banjo/mandolin attack of "Let's Put the X In Sex," the slippery fiddle goosing "Lick It Up" and the lecherous lyrics of "Christine Sixteen," these Stanley/Simmons/Frehley concoctions make for a fire-breathing, blood-spitting hoedown. It helps that Hayseed are accomplished musicians who could hold their own with traditional fare.
Hayseed Dixie plays Smith's Olde Bar Thurs., Feb. 20.