They Got Me Hypnotized
Concerts that seem like a dream
Alibi music critic August March follows Bob Welch down the rabbit hole only to discover concerts that seem like a dream.
Alibi staff writer Robin Babb reviews releases by J. Cole and Little Simz while also investigating a compilation of groovy African music.
Image by Victor Barajas, courtesy Bloodshot Records
Wayne Hancock • country, Western, blues
Ameripolitan—or juke joint-swing as the genre is known by some Tejanos—advocate extraordinaire Wayne Hancock descends loudly and lovingly onto the stage at Inside Out on Tuesday, March 26. Wayne “The Train” Hancock has been startling audiences, beating up boots and brandishing a guitar since he was a young one; his affinity for finding, deconstructing and then delivering honestly raw and rambunctious roots music is without equal in the land of hillbilly-backed, Grand Ole Opry-certified swinging sounds. As the artist himself puts it, “Man, I'm like a stab wound in the fabric of country music in Nashville. See that bloodstain slowly spreading? That's me.” Entrance to this rodeo-like environment of sights and sounds will run typical 21+ listeners $12 in advance and $15 at the door; the curtain rises on America's representative at 9pm. It'll be better than season one of “Hee-Haw!”