Molly Gene - One Whoaman Band

Molly Gene - One Whoaman Band
Hillbilly Love

Independent Release

By Lee Jergensen
December 2011

For those who like their whiskey straight and their blues deep and dirty, Hillbilly Love by Molly Gene-One Whoaman Band is one not to be missed. I will warn those of you just edging your way into our little corner of purgatory that her first release, Hillbilly Love, may serve you well as training wheels, because onceHillbilly Love kicks in and this eleven track #10 train full of driving, moonshine-drenched and emotionally raw deep blues starts rolling down the rails, there’s no getting back off. I have been told by those who know Molly Gene and have shared a bill with her that “she’s a sweetheart, but when she gets on stage, the devil comes out” and nothing on this CD would make me believe otherwise. Molly Gene’s rasping gravelly vocals sway from urgently plaintive to intensely aggressive and set the tone from the outset.

Hillbilly Love leaves the station stomping with the first track “Bumble Bee” with its frenetic slide work, then bumps and grinds into the harmonica-laced “Ain't Goin' Home.” “I opened up the Mason jar, I took a whiff and rolled my eyes back far" and so starts “My .22” which she growls her way through with gravelly abandon. The train slows down a little through “Over the Edge” and the title track “Hillbilly Love” and picks up steam again with “Mississippi Thud.” She slows it back down to climb the grade on the more plaintive “I Need Me a Man.” Track eight, “Red Dress,” picks it up again with its rockin' lust-infused vibe and then on into the driving “A Whoamans World.” With two tracks to go, she does a thumping cover of “Black Mattie,” the only non-original song on the CD, and brings it back into the station with the darkly evocative “Dancin' in the Graveyard.”

There are no weak or strong songs here on Hillbilly Love; it is more a matter of varying degrees of intensity and aggression. Molly Gene plays slide, Dobro, bottleneck, harmonica, Farmer foot drums with passion, laying it all bare and remaining darkly seductive.

I have always liked music with a little edge to it and for me, some thirty years her senior, it seems as if she’s made an amalgamation of many musical influences well beyond her years, tossed them in a vat of sour mash, distilled them to her taste and served it all back up straight from the bottle.

Come on, go ahead, rip the cork out with your teeth and take long pull on that bottle ... it’ll only sting for a minute.

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