What's one thing more awesome than hillbilly wailin' and the kind of beats you can only get hammering license plates with Vic Firth drumsticks? Answer: the electronica hillbilly wailin' you get through Texas duo Restavrant's particular brand of country. (And nothing is better than replacing drum equipment with license plates. That was a trick question.)
"Country" as a genre name rakes nails down the spines of a certain music listener. It's seenas a herald of the good ol' days, of pickadillies and whistlin' Dixie, of indiscriminately dropping the "g" off the end of "-ing" (because nobody associated with the North would dare cut a perfectly legitimate consonant). Even those who are fans embrace its history and deep-dug roots in Americana as part of its appeal-- as part of what it is. Its an American pass time, dammit. Screw baseball, country (and bluegrass, and rock, and soul, and R&B, and...) has glass milk jugs.
However, what many people seem to forget is that change is as American as apple pie and heart disease, and that milk jugs may still be around but they're made of plastic, bought at Jewel-Osco, and filled usually with a product more shot up with drugs than your cousin Carl. And (here's the fun part) who the hell said that was a bad thing? Okay, the steroid-addled dairy product you put in your coffee may not be the greatest sign of American evolution, but a plastic jug makes a pretty cool noise when you blow into it. Not the same noise a glass one makes, but still... pretty cool. So when Restavrant drags hillbilly bluegrass kicking and screaming into the world of synthesizers and Internet sampling, the resulting mashup of beat, guitar and (drunken?) screaming is sure to make even the hippest college kid slam down the booze and stomp in a line. As always: Amazon and iTunes.
Restavrant -- "Saved By a Female Indian Cop (Doing the Alaskan Indian Walk)"