Bobby Bare Jr.
Devil in a Woodpile
Pine Valley Cosmonauts
Rex Hobart and the Misery Boys
Split Lip Rayfield
The Meat Purveyors
"There comes a time when every man feels the urge to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats." -- H.L. Mencken
If you are new to Bloodshot, or are just curious, grab an ice-cold beverage, wander around, mingle, have some of the creamy onion dip, get to know some of the artists, listen to some music; we hope you’ll be back. If you’re an old friend, we want to thank you for going to the shows, supporting the bands by buying their music, and for tolerating our lengthy rants about how the music industry is a venal snake pit. As always, we are dedicated to providing you with only the finest roots inflected music---striving to encourage cross-pollination between the spirit and sound of punk, the craft and tradition of country, folk, bluegrass, and a general disdain for the confinements of mainstream tastemaking. Call it insurgent country, honky-skronk, alt-country, whatever. No one term can truly encapsulate the sounds contained on this site. We’re glad you stopped by, and hope you find something you like.
The current state of affairs in the world of music is indeed depressing. Sure, we’re all aware that the music industry is hardly a meritocracy (if it were, Dee Dee Ramone would be Secretary of State and Johnny Cash’s face would be added to Mt. Rushmore), but things seem to be getting worse. Billy Ray Cyrus and Nirvana third rate knock-offs have given way to pre-packaged boy bands and Lolita-ish sex kittens with finely toned midriffs shilling Pepsi. The music seems like an afterthought. It is just another way to cram a product down our throats. What happened to choice? To innovation?
To make matters worse, the major labels keep consolidating (dropping any artist that doesn’t immediately sell millions), and the Wal-Martization of America continues unabated. Viable small labels and small, local record stores are becoming rarer than humility at a WWF Smackdown. The end result is less choice for the music lover.
Help us fight the good fight. If you like what you hear, help spread the gospel. Support your independent retailers. Pester bigger ones to order and stock our stuff. Call radio stations. Bring friends to shows to help keep these struggling bands out on the road. Don’t spend your hard-earned concert dollars on tired old dinosaur acts painfully re-treading their 30 year old hits, or indulge the current wave of dime-store-mask wearing hard rockers -who simultaneously cheapen both rap and metal (we recommend keeping those AC/DC and Public Enemy CDs in heavy rotation instead).
From our shabby offices on a bleak stretch of Irving Park in the fine city of Chicago, we will, with your help, continue to churn out CDs that serve as a burr under the saddle of all the amoral forces responsible for the free fall decline of contemporary music. Help us keep our steel-toed work boots firmly on the throats of the enemy.
Thanks for stopping in. Keep in touch.
Your pals at Bloodshot