Those Darlins
Those Darlins are not of Nashville. They write their own songs, record in New York City with Vampire Weekend’s producer, and talk convincingly about female empowerment, music history, and egalitarian ideals of performance and business. And, in practice, they are rockers.
In the backyard of their shared suburban house, which is littered with musical instruments and cast-off whiskey bottles, they stick wires in the spindle holes of old LPs, hang them from the magnolia tree, and shoot them with BB guns. They’re good shots.
“Patsy Cline for the punk era,” New York Times. “In a world of emo-boys and reluctant band leaders, Those Darlins, country-punk pals from Murfreesboro, Tenn., had a comically leering sexuality and the kind of abandon that seems scarce these days.” Whether or not they’re the embodiment of Patsy Cline, or the latest in a series of rockabilly acolytes intent on reinventing rock’n'roll, they’re absolutely not reluctant on any level. Sundae.
