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Jason Robinson
Molly Gene One Whoaman Band
Published on March 25th, 2012

I got me some leftover straw in the back of my truck if you wanna go for a hayride? Gimme a big belly bushy bearded man. Maybe he can be the one to take me for a ride. On his stick shift. One more time. Well,  the suns gone down and I finished a days work. I pull the quilts off the line. I bust out that moonshine.”

Molly Gene One Whoa-man is a road warrior who has eaten up more white lines than Ms. Pac-man. The one woman (whoa-man) band consists of one Molly Dyer equipped with foot drums, Coke Bottle slide guitar and harmonica. She’s so far in the hillbilly blues that she receives USA Today…tomorrow.

Warrensburg, Missouri is where Molly and her original sounds hail from. This music ain’t wearisome poetry being recited by Jewel in a coffee house. No, Ma’am…Instead, it’s jam-packed full of in-your-face attitude from an adorable lady who stomps on stage with her cowgirl boots on. Lyrically it’s on the subject of rural life in a small town and musically it’s an even balance of rage complimenting an  A capella heartache.

The latest from Molly Gene One Whoaman Band is called “Folk Blues and Booze.”  It begins with a Native American-like thump of the kick drum. The kick off track (I mean that literally) cover of Mississippi Fred McDowell’s “When The Train Comes Along” features vocals similar to Cobain’s growls that were displayed on Nirvana’s Unplugged album. Then, out of nowhere, “Smells Like Low Tide” cranks up the dirty blues to eleven with aid from a Coke Bottle Slide Guitar and the hell stomps of a woman scorned. “Stick Shift” contains the lyrics noted above, giving an indication of the punk rock/hillbilly lifestyle that Molly lives, eats, and breathes. Hank “done it this way” and the “way” is the road. My personal favorite track on the anguished parts of the record would have to be “Uncle Sam Ain’t No Lady,” a loud ditty that really captures those growls in the company of lyrics “Well, I hit the bottom a long time ago, when Uncle Sam took my baby, took my baby don’t you know…Well, once I had a nickel and threw it in a well. I never heard it hit the bottom, hit the bottom of Hell…”

Don’t let cute lil ole Molly fool you, for she is a darling off stage and a bulletproof, venomous, backwoods beast when comes time for the bright lights. So, if you’re into Bob Log III, Scott H Biram, and Joe Buck you’re going to be keen on Molly Gene One Whoaman Band. When in the Cosco line and the cashier is tilting his head funny at the “hundred pounds of yeast and cooper line” you are purchasing, assure them it’s all for the soundtrack of Folk Blues and Booze by Molly Gene One Whoaman Band.

~Jason Robinson

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Jason Wallace Robinson hails from Spartanburg, South Carolina. He’s a writer, storyteller, philosopher, single father raising two children, music lover, dreamer, joker. He writes to speak for the Common Man. He enjoys football and driving around in his ’96 Chevy Lumina adorned with an American Flag and decorative bird offerings.

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