ALBUM REVIEW: “EP” by Parchman Farm
[Jackpine Social Club Records]
Bar fight black eye, scruffy food trapping beard, ripped Zeppelin T-shirt lathered in beer stains, and a sock covered in scratchy field briars, is probably what a weekend with Parchman Farm looks like. A dirty, psychedelic southern rock sound that shoots your middle class ass back to the 70s, where you’re passed out on a couch at a Black Sabbath rehearsal.
Front-man Eric Shea’s ever-present focus on rocking out is embedded in the nostalgic fury of the Parchman Farm EP. It’s as if the music is coming from a John Deere combine that’s mowing through a field of wheat, like the grim reaper of rock coming to harvest the souls of the rock-less. Consequently, the only way to fully appreciate this album is at maximum volume. It is not a lay-back-and-kick-it with-your-bros kind of band. You have to let it consume you. After all, it’s a farm…get your hands dirty.