This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
WHO ARE THEY? From Roky Erickson to Gibby Haines, Texas has always produced seriously twisted troubadours. Meet the next batch: Denton’s demented Baptist Generals, whose gnarly, misshapen branch of backwoods acoustic roots music appears to be fertilized by equal measures of corn liquor, sleep deprivation and home-made hallucinogens.
WHAT’S THIS? The dozen-track No Silver / No Gold will provide a memorable introduction to this oddball trio — assuming it doesn’t send you running for the hills. With their instrumental minimalism, autistic repetition, southern goth vibe and no-fi production, these lumpy, ramshackle tracks are as rustic and rough-hewn as barrel staves. That is, until grating singer-guitarist Chris Flemmons starts yowling and yelping psych-ward lullabyes about fire, spiders and other stuff creepy enough to make Poe sleep with the lights on.
HOW DOES IT SOUND? Like Vic Chesnutt, Will Oldham and 16 Horsepower sharing a jar of ’shine on the back porch.
