Rodeo Massacre are a band out of time. With a debut album consisting of 40 minutes of pure psychedelic blues, it’s as if time had stopped in 1969, preventing newer forms of music from adulterating the mix.

Opener ‘Desert Man’ begins mournfully before launching into the kind of ode you’d expect to be played at a Tarantino-style duel at sundown on the Mexican border. In fact, if this album had been produced eight years earlier I would have expected at least four tracks to have made it onto the Kill Bill soundtrack (‘Heaven or Hell’, ‘I’m Eighteen’, ‘I’ve Got A Big Foot Now’ and the aforementioned ‘Desert Man’).

Lead singer Izzy Lindqwister belts out her southern-infused vocals on 60s-inspired choruses (‘Love’) and harmonica-led blues stompers (‘Zombies of Life) like her life depends on it, in a Janis Joplin meets PJ Harvey in her less tender moments sort of way, however far from earning their cred road-tripping around the Deep South, the band members cut their teeth on the Swedish blues scene before relocating to Paris.

If Rodeo Massacre’s voodoo garage rock doesn’t make you daydream about fighting off stripper vampires as day breaks out, go see their exhilarating live performance. Robert Rodriguez take note.

If You Can’t Smoke ‘Em Sell ‘Em is out on Monday 31st of January on Smoky Carrot Records.

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