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Bored with OTW? Try Unknown Hinson Aug. 30 at Kryptonite
Tired of the On the Waterfront walkabout? Take your super self to Kyptonite and surrender to the weird weaknesses and strengths of Unknown Hinson on Aug. 30.
Ive seen quite a few guitar players through four decades, but Ive never seen one as wildly good and funny as Unknown Hinson. Really.
Hes like a high-speed, electric combination of Chet Atkins and Roger Miller on a monster, wacked-out drunk, chasin women, playing flaming, farcical music.
Imagine: a compact bundle of wire in a black country & Western short-jacket suit; a partial set of proudly displayed bad teeth; some fake, black eyebrows and mutton-chop sideburns; a mad-mans glare, a black pompadour do; all twitching on knock-kneed and straddle legged stanceswailing the fastest rock-a-billy guitar youve ever seen. The two fellas backing him up in black pants, white shirts and black string ties, guard his antic with slab-solid bass and drums.
Maybe he calls himself Unknown Hinson because he plays like he had a pile of time in prison to practice guitar. He sure riles those strings and frets like hes trying to make up for unknown crimes committed and long times served.
His North Carolina drawl roots out self references, such as the King or Im the king of Country and Western troubadours.
Youngerns, sacks with womerns and rawk, n roll are elemental concerns on Hinsons Rock n Roll is Straight From Hell, a six-song EP on Capitol Records. Git it. Youll lacks it.
But if you cant roller skate in a buffalo herd and laugh, dont experience Hinson. If you is unknown to the sound of a seal of a fresh fifth of licker bein popped, or if you aint sure what sacks you is, Hinsons lyrics might git disturbing. Listen up. Hes no correct stranger to any politics:
I want your love on command
Its communism if you dont obey
I want your love on command
Every bit of your love on command
Its un-American for you to act this way
Youre a fascist if you act this way
Other crooning love songs from Hinson include Dont bite the lips that kiss you, Silver Platter and Lingerie.
So if you want some love advice straight from the wittiest trailer parker around, get it on with Hinson Aug. 30 at Kyptonite, West State Street and the mall, complete with a new sidewalk cafe. Tickets are $5. Watch the crowds go by and ride the Unknown Hinson train of hot music and twisted laughs.