Chasing the Sun

Honky-tonk rock for the new generation is what you'll find in "Chasing the Sun." It's good stuff. Blue around the collar and full of spit, vinegar and more spit is how I'd describe this stuff if I dare, and while I usually don't hang out in roadhouses I've watched enough films with them as a setting to figure that this brand of music gets a lot of airtime in those bars.

This music is just fast-paced, foot-stomping fun and INDIGENOUS does a grand job of keeping things on-track even as they go crazy. It's sort of like an out-of-control steam engine. Sure, you know it will wreck eventually and probably explode in a life-consuming fireball of tragedy, but while it's still going that speeding engine is a sight to see. Luckily, INDIGENOUS was kind enough not to record the part where they crash, so all you get is the good stuff. The only bad thing I can say about this album, and I suppose it runs with the territory in this music, is that somewhere out there a few white supremacists are probably listening to this music and enjoying it. But if we stopped enjoying someone's music every time a couple racists also happened to get a kick out of it then nobody would ever listen to Wagner. What a calamity that would be!