You Can Name It Yo' Mammy If You Wanna...

South Filthy (Artist) | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (November 19, 2002)
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: Sympathy 4 the R.I.
• ASIN: B00006JICT
• In-Print Editions: MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #423,667 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

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Here's a day in the life of a CD by the band South Filthy, a collaboration between musicians from Austin and Memphis that right away makes an impression with sleazy cover photography. The title of the project is You Can Name It Yo' Mammy If You Wanna..., establishing a connection with an outburst by blues legend Sonny Boy Williamson II that was preserved for posterity on a much-loved reissue. In fact, this same studio dialogue also inspired a band name: Little Village. The connection with Chicago blues and amplified harmonica turns out to be an almost-constant factor in the South Filthy sound thanks to harp blower Walter Daniels, no matter what stylistic route a particular song takes or what member of the group is doing the lead vocal. The combined factors of artwork, band name, album name, and quite a few of the songs themselves, at first establish the vibe associated with the types of bands that get booked onto festivals such as Chapel Hill North Carolina's famous Sleazefest. The presence of drummer Mike Buck automatically pushes South Filthy somewhat ahead of that pack, as it means tempos and feels will be accurate and delivered with panache. So instrumentally, things are cooking, and on the CD's premier trial the volume gets turned up by the second track, a cover of Buck Owens' "Hot Dog" in which the drummer nails the tempo as if calmly guiding traffic across the state of Tennessee. The opener, "Bad Girl," has already established that producer Mike Mariconda has figured out how to get a sound that is both dirty, low-budget, and attractive. There is a sense of overload looming perilously close; like there's a truck backed up to the front window of the recording studio about to unload buckets of grease and other slop. This seems to be an important part of the group's sound and during the final "Surfin' in Death Valley" it's more like the truck is unloading then just about to. Yet on that first listen through the CD, it is none of the raucous action that really commands the most attention. No. It is, in contrast, a track entitled "Sandra Lynn's Blues," a slow country song-story written and sung by Jeffrey Evans, one of the Memphis players. This is absolutely devastating, a first-take performance that can hold its own against many classic country and western recordings in the realm of what might best be called dark sentimentality. This song stops the album cold, makes the listener go back for a repeat play, then another, and then another. By the time all that is done, it is hard to remember anything much about the rest of the tracks, other than that they were sort of fun. Yet the praise for Evans shouldn't be overblown, since his other song, "Spyder Blues," is in parts annoyingly similar in tempo and structure. Here is where a producer or bandmember should have insisted on more variety, or on some kind of arrangement that would have reduced the uncomfortable feeling that the previous song is being recapped. At any rate, the superb "Sandra Lynn's Blues" is then tested on an extremely difficult audience -- a 15-year-old girl -- to see if it is as good as it seems to be. The test takes place during an era when the success of a country rock duo track by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock has proven the viability of ballad song-stories with teenyboppers. "This is really good," is the subject's reaction to the song, although she doesn't hang around long enough for the final act, in which the songwriter gives his story an unexpected twist, at least by the standards of similar songs such as "Down in the Boondocks" or "The Dark Side of Town." Evans pushed the envelope in terms of the number of verses, creating a challenge that is undoubtedly worthwhile, but goes on longer than a teenage girl's gap between incoming phone calls. Another listen to the entire CD is in order to try to overcome the initial memory-blotting caused by the Evans song. This second pass brings to attention "Robin's Theme," a strong performance that wi

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4.0 out of 5 stars Completely original, April 18, 2004

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Derrick Peterman (San Jose, CA United States) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: You Can Name It Yo' Mammy If You Wanna... (Audio CD)

The name of the band, CD title and the cover picture, which appears to a prostitute taking a drag on a cigarette in front of a juke joint, suggest this is not going to be a highly polished, easy listening CD. And South Filthy is the kind of band you might find stumbling into some small, gritty bar someplace in the middle of nowhere, which is the beauty of this CD. And the music turns out not to be anywhere near as raunchy as outward appearances.

You're not going to be blown away by any of the musicians, singing, or songwriting. What blew me away was the joy of the songs, which have no interest in following any normal conventions of traditional blues/country/bar band rock and most importantly, commercialism. The songs, done so earnestly, if not spectacularly, are largely original.

I doubt you've ever heard anything like it, and probably never will again.