THE RAYMEN: SALVATION COCKTAILS - SERVED 24/7

 

Music driving you to shake sweat and swill, but then the lyrics, like the Ramones tongue-in-cheek but here’s the Raymen’s tongue in America’s bloated and forgotten cheek. Some intergalactic snoop on what American music is really about.

 

Hey, I’m stuck in the Midwest American darkness and I know the Raymen’s music is tapping onto the collective genetic past of American music because it’s been drilling ½ holes in my head for 25+.
Since 83 the Raymen have been spearing the essence of Bo Diddley, Hank Williams, Link Wray and Howlin Wolf in the guise of Punk-a-billy / Rock-a-billy – na-na in a way that taps directly into every boo-hoo rebel dream crying out in the night.
Total reverb-drenched echo-max land with a fist in the history of R’n’R pulling out the heart of American music in every warped take, beating rhythm-off Catholic sex and using it to put nitro-overdrive and vision into our collective psyche. This isn’t pretend scary Rock-a-Billy style crap all duded up. This is the rhythm and blast that made every over-powered, over-sexed run from confusion in the American juvenile delinquent hormonal nightscape that originally found voice in Punk and Rock’n’Roll.
Starting in 81 as the Garbage Groupies in their protoplasmic atomic diaperness Ray, Toulouse and Co. started to feel their vision and tested their way through Earths music.
In 83 the Raymen emerged, fully testifying the vision, bringing the world Americas forgotten musical essence. No slavish style bull, but the essence of what made C&W and Blues and Soul and Punk-a-roll the collective bleating heart of our souls.
Radio telescopes caught it and set it down and the vision started to subvert from within. I caught it and it has been the nitroglycerine to every twang-reverberated dream I’ve had since.
Whacked out as hell, because we never understood it before and didn’t know the power that His Holiness Hank Ray understood (he being the inspiration, the core and voice).
But the beams still come through the ether, several albums and CDs later (and countless other subversions) straight and true.
And so the vision spreads, because you are holding one New Testament. I’m speechless and cleansed by this devils music.
Diabolic, because it is true.
Amen!
Enjoy! The Raymen will be your server. And somewhere Bela Lugosi nods knowingly...
Jim Visser a.k.a. Ned Biscuit