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Dixie Witch – Let It Roll

Dixie Witch – Let It Roll
record label
  •    Small Stone Records
  • release date
  •    9/11/11
  • rating
  • reviewed by
    Duncan Fletcher
    on December 22, 2011
  • 4th album of Southern rock 'n' boogie from the long-serving Texas power trio.
  • Despite the singular name Dixie Witch are an all male three piece who serve up bronco-bucking riff and roll. Drums, bass, guitar and vocals combine into a sound that’s the epitome of powerhouse ensemble playing. Paving slab heavy beats and pile-driving bass provide the bedrock over which the band’s new guitarist, Joshua “JT” Todd Smith, gives flight to his crunchy omnivore riffs and untamed solos.

    It’s a record born out of old-fashioned touring, playing around clubs and festivals and gauging what works in front of a crowd. Not for these guys is the instant and often fleeting adoration that comes from being a hit on the trendier-than-thou blogosphere. This is a sound honed on the road, in the firing line, where you can get hurt. You either toughen up or you stop. Drummer/vocalist Trinidad Leal, and bassist/vocalist Curt “CC” Christensen have been making music together as Dixie Witch since 1999, with original guitarist Clayton Mills deciding to leave in 2009. It’s this marathon rather than a sprint approach which has resulted in the band’s continuation. As they state on their ode to good luck “Sevens” – “this is a travelling song / one where I belong / with my brothers and a dream.”

    Title track “Let It Roll” starts the album off hard and heavy with its carpel-strengthening guitar workout. And from thereon in their brand of Americana is let loose through the remaining nine tracks, a barrage of metallic stoner rock and prime beef southern rock ‘n’ boogie. Sure it’s a blokey sound, and there’s sense of little light and shade, the pace and sonic attack unrelenting, but I get the feeling they’d not have it any other way. It’s unapologetically rock and freaking roll.

    Don’t expect sensitivity, subtlety or “pity me, I’m down” introspection; this is an album for rocking out, for drinking warm cans of beer to, and for re-connecting with your inner rock-god. Horns of rock incarnate.

    Duncan Fletcher


    Duncan is an indie music biz lifer, riverman, Telecaster player, Guinness drinker, and lover of psychedelic scouse, french pop, punk rock, et cetera, et cetera.

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