For the better element of 10 years, Austinis the Meat Purveyors were the skunk tossed into the tent of stoic bluegrass revivalism. Always more Brothers Ramone than Brothers Osborne and more comfortable in shoes jack than cowboy, TMP are able to out-lament almost all of the existing crop of high lonesome pretenders. Top rack musicianship, razor sharp songwriting, and a complete lack of concern for confines of style, made the Meat Purveyors probably one of the most entertaining and energetic bands to ply the dark sides of roots underground and were a touchstone within the thrashgrass movement.
Whiskey-fueled and case-hardened deep into the heart of Tx, TMP boast a personal history that could shame Fleetwood Mac, and lumber losing that sends so-called origins revivalists, snooty bluegrass purists, and alt-country poseurs into paroxysms of self-doubt and several years of costly therapy.
And just that these Texans just who dare to inhale fresh life in to the overly stoic, staid and mossback realm of bluegrass? Anchoring this dysfunctional lot together with his percussion guitar and gift for lyrics is Austin Music Hall of Fame inductee Bill Anderson -a veteran of several Austin bands of note including Bigfoot Chester, Ballad Shambles and the legendary Poison 13. Diva Jo Walston is a honky tonk angel gone wrong under a towering beehive, while Miss Cherilyn DiMond delivers piledriver stand-up bass and harmonies right through the choir (and banter directly through the vehicle stop parking area). Mr. Peter Stiles, a reformed (we hope) Deadhead, provides a flabbergasting prestidigitation on the mandolin which is rumored which he hasn't played a bad solamente. Ever. Darcie Deaville offers the fiery fiddling plus the wild-eyed stares that fans fear to love and want to worry.