You are cordially invited to the audio festivities of Scattered Hamlet’s new album Swamp Rebel Machine. Wear your favorite oil-smudged denim, don your Hell Rider cuts, and pick up a six pack, because on November 4th there will be a listening shindig for the renegades against propriety. The venue: your personal stereo equipment.
Swamp Rebel Machine is a roaring invitation to insubordination. Call your friends because this album hails for a dive-bar bash; or keep the party debauchery in the garage, but make sure there’s a spot on your lawn for the pickup trucks and hogs. Misbehavior is inevitable with tracks like “White Trash” and “Outlaw Breed.”
Scattered Hamlet are the metal degenerates of the red, white, and blue. They bleed authenticity with their honky-tonk, punk rock, sound. The true grit strut of “Stonewall Jackson” and “Whip-Poor-Will” beckons for a bonfire. This time, however, try to keep Carl away from the gasoline and tell Papa Hank to put on some pants before the swamp mosquitoes get him. Take me back to the Air-stream trailer and barefoot shenanigans, because Scattered Hamlet is the liberating reminder to live in the now.
Swamp Rebel Machine is denim and a scowl. Don’t bother brushing your hair, just throw on a hat and leave the 5 o’clock shadow where you found it. Also, ladies, your black smudged eye-makeup from the night before will do just fine. There’s no need to fuss over which blouse matches your shoes, because Scattered Hamlet doesn’t give a damn.