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I am certain Johnny Cash was smiling down from heaven as the Old 97’s rocked the Southgate House on July 7th. He was the band’s chief musical influence and his song (“The Wreck of the Old 97”) the inspiration for their name. They took his roots-country style into a new generation, adding a dash of catchy pop, a sprinkle of alt-country, and some killer Tex-rock on speed. You can’t ever listen to their CDs without cranking up the volume as high as you can stand it, and after just one listen, you hear their catchy choruses echoing in your head for a week. Seeing them live is an absolute must, as affirmed by a packed out venue of fans ranging from ages nineteen to fifty (I haven’t seen that much gray hair at a concert since the Grateful Dead).

When the Texas-based band takes the stage, one has to chuckle at such a motley bunch. Front and center is Rhett Miller, the beautiful front man that could easily be the star of the next Gap commercial; bass player Murry Hammond, an affable, country version of Buddy Holly; lead guitarist Ken Bethea, who looks like your slouching, college dorm roommate, and drummer Philip Peeples—who could be their fifteen-year-old little brother. They couldn’t be more different. But when they all commence to rocking’, they are a musical powerhouse. At various times during the show, amid searing guitar solos, heart-thumping drum licks and Rhett thrashing around in between, they seemed oblivious of the audience and just slipped into the blissful musicians’ “zone.”
 
The show included several new and promising songs from their forthcoming LP, Drag It Up,and the rest of it was a blaze of crowd pleasers like “King of All the World,” “Busted Afternoon,” “Murder (or a Heart Attack),” and “Crash on the Barrel Head.” The grinding, opening guitar riff of “Jagged” started every head in the room bobbing, and bodies slowly began to groove. At the midpoint of the show, Miller wiped the sweat from his face and murmured, “It’s getting hot.” Boy was it. In more ways than one. I thought I saw smoke coming off the strings of Bethea’s guitar, and maybe a little steam coming from the girls in the front row, who wished they were the guitar on Rhett Miller’s swaying hips.
 
The band threw in a couple of their earlier and more twangy songs, sung by Hammond and brought to life by Miller’s howling vocals that weaved in and out of the melody. The last of which went on and on in a driving, almost surfer-rock fashion.
 
For the encore, Rhett Miller did some of his solo work. The man can belt out songs with the reckless abandon and vocal inflection of a kid on a swing in the backyard who doesn’t care if anyone’s listening. Then Hammond joined him in their alter-ego group The Ranchero Brothers for a number, and finally the rest of the band came out for a generous finish. Afterward, the crowd marched out into the streets of Newport satiated, content, and psyched up for the long ride home.
 
Set List
King of All the World
Buick City Complex
Smokers
The New Kid
Busted Afternoon
Drowning in the Days
W. TX Teardrops
Jagged
(New Song)
Wish The Worst
Crash On the Barrel Head
Murder (or a Heart Attack)
Barrier Reef
(New Song)
Mama Tried
Niteclub
Doreen
 
Encore
Question
Come Around (R. Miller)
Valentine
Old Familiar Steam
Rollerskate Skinny
If My Heart Was a Car

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