Louisiana Swamp Donky, Redneck Revival (Independent)

If there was any remaining doubt left over from their name or debut album title, let’s put all the rumors to rest right now: Louisiana Swamp Donky are from the South.

Proud, unrepentant rednecks who hit that message with all the subtlety of Sarah Palin in a “Sharknado” sequel.

They’re super Southern, you guys, which is why the back cover features a skull shot glass, a mason jar, and a gun—being loaded on top of what one hopes is merely a copy of the Constitution.

Their fanatical branding crosses over into their ferocious attack—they hit these Southern rock anthems just as hard as possible, and bolstered by some tasty slide work and excellent production from the Kentucky Headhunters’ Richard Young, the result seems like a perfect soundtrack for whatever cop chase is about to unravel in your life.

If you’re not listening too closely, that is. This one is all surface, a lot of howl and shriek that, for all their identification with the region, sounds less like “Gimme Back My Bullets” and more like Redneck Night at the strip club.

Lots of flash but no hooks, revealing not a swampy roots-rock but a Sunset Strip hair-metal fixation dressed up in blue jeans and trucker caps.

A friend suggested that it sounded like Patton Oswalt doing his ballsy over-emoting thing on a bunch of Damn Yankees tunes.

Damn Yankees, indeed.