old number seven

Thanks to theSixtyOne.com, I stumbled across The Devil Makes Three last week and have been playing their track, 'Old Number Seven,' on repeat ever since.  This song alone convinced me that I absolutely had to purchase a copy of the full CD.  And Amazon.com, proving yet again why iTunes and their DRM problems are a thing of the past, was kind enough to provide me with the full downloaded album within minutes for the reasonable price of $9.99.

I hate the use the term 'rockabilly' because I end up conjuring up images of one those guys with a pack of cigarettes rolled into his sleeve on one arm and his fat girlfriend hanging on the other.  However, it seems that this is the style that most people are labeling this band with.  Personally, I'd call it 'folk-rock-blues' or 'alternative-country,' but I also happen to hate the type of people who spend hours trying to come up with some kind of clever music-label hybrid genre (mostly because I used to be one of those people).
Whatever it is that you would label The Devil Makes Three, it's awesome.


Lyrically, this song is about drinking whiskey in heaven.  Jack Daniels whiskey, to be precise.  Personally, I'm not much of a whiskey guy, but this is the kind of tune that makes you want to pick a fight before pulling up to the bar to demand a glass.  Whether you would actually win a bar fight is your problem, it's the song that's important.

Give it a listen, would ya?  I don't really have much more to say on the matter because I want to get back to listening to the full album, now.  And maybe picking a fight while I do it.