Trampled By Turtles opened for the White Iron Band’s CD release party (Tap Room, Feb. 11) and drew out more Flappin-Jack hippies than any band in town. The band created some great electric buzz-saw fiddlin’ music to the amusement of the high-twirling patchwork crowd. White Iron Band then headlined the show and got that same group and their own swinging and swilling. Eventually the mass bubbled out of the bar and into the parking lot, to tailgate between shows.
White Iron Band have a reputation that precedes them and a crowd that embraces them in the Northland. With Matt Pudas as the frontman/rhythm guitar, Eddie Juntunen and Nicholas “The Feelin" Mrozinski, fingering on keys and vocals, Sammy Weyandt blazing on lead guitar, Minnesota Mike Johnson on Pedal Steel, Reed Braaten on Bass, and
“Drunk In Duluth" is the tip of an iceberg of
Lyrical intuition is one aspect of this band that continued to ring true throughout the evening, as apparent in verse two of “Drunk In Duluth." The verse states, “Well the people up here are crazy as hell, I guess you can say that’s my style. And the women are pretty as pretty can be, they always greet me with a smile… And the liquor it flows, as the evening it goes, and a smile gets stuck on my face - one more round till I hit the ground, MAN I LOVE THIS PLACE! Drunk in
The entire Take It Off The Top CD is great. Songs like “Roll Roll Roll" give the feeling of a Southern chain-link fence stage show with blues harmonica. Matt has a voice like a honky-tonk Bob Dylan or raspy Elvis. The first song on the disc, “Sittin Here Thinkin’" has a fiddle and bangin’ clangin’ piano tackling the classic country topic of “drinking you off of my mind." Songs like “Mexican Jail" give the feeling of Los Lonely Boys (if they wrote better lyrics) and “Milk Cloudy" has a slow slide to the last sip of a beer.
One hilarious ditty about a one-night lover staying too long is “Whacked Out." The lyrics say, “I can’t believe I ever fell for you, you crazy whacked out bitch. You tried to change me, up and rearrange me. I can’t believe the shit you put me through. I was thinkin’ I oughta give up drinkin’? NO! Honey I’d rather just give up on you!" With music it sounds less intimidating, and much funnier.
The last verse of “Drunk In Duluth" says, “I ran into walls, bellied up in bars, and threw up all over my hair… And when I fell down on the barroom floor nobody else seemed to stare. Well all my old friends know I’ll be back again, and I’ll probably have beer in the fridge. Sometimes this place is heaven on Earth, compared to what’s over the bridge." Gotta love getting “Drunk In Duluth" with the White Iron Band.