Earlier this year, I found myself enthralled by the YouTube music video single “SMOKO” by the Australian band The Chats. It was endearing to see young folks playing rock music about mundane shit in their lives that has a sense of humor because god knows it has been ages since anyone that matters in rock music had a sense of humor about anything.
I bought the band’s EP (excellent by the way) and followed them on Instagram. Mostly they just advertise gigs on their social media, but one day a photo of them with two female American country music artists appeared on the timeline.
This seemed a bit bizarro, so of course I had to do a search to find out what the hell was going on. The group was Birdcloud from Nashville. I typed it in YouTube and clicked on the first thing that looked appealing, a video for the song ‘Fuck You Cop”. Maybe this wasn’t the ideal place to start since this is probably the only full band version of any of their songs, but I fucking loved it. It was playful and clever. The lyrics were spitfire and flowed like they were from the pen of the daughters of AC/DC’s Bon Scott.
The video was recorded in 2012. A sense of disappointment came over me as I felt betrayed this has not been in my life up until now. Where were you Weird Twitter? Degenerate forum posters? Punk rock pals? Podcast addicts? How the fuck does this genius fly under the radar for so long?
Within a span of 24 hours I devoured whatever videos were available and bought the “Singles Only” album. In my late 30s, I don’t think I should be this enamored about anything, but these gals spoke to me despite my ass being a tried and true Yankee from rustbelt Ohio. The music told stories and I wanted them told to me over and over and over again like some toddler jonesing for the same damn bedtime story every night. Tell me more about this place called Springwater, I need to go there. I want to enter the Ice Balls world. I want to attend that anti-death penalty rally and sing about sweet Humbleberry pie. I want to meet Granny.
The songs are all what normies would classify as filthy. They reek of sex, booze, drugs and other elements of Southern trash culture (let’s face it…this culture is fucking everywhere at this point). It is punk rock. It is shit that digs right into your god damned soul and does not ever leave.
Jasmin Kaset and Makenzie Green appear to be in their early 30s. They met at Middle Tennessee State University sometime in the last 10 years and seem to originate from humble backgrounds in the state of Tennessee. They have produced about 30 or so studio-recorded original songs in their time together. The biggest hit on YouTube is the little ditty “Warshin’ My Big Ol’ Pussy” which has 180,000 views. The group’s channel has a meager 5,000 subscribers. In terms of criticism, there doesn’t seem to be a large volume of material written about them (but the stuff that is out there is quite good).
In video interviews on YouTube, the duo are very standoffish at times, calculating a moment to strike with madness or some offbeat hijinx. It’s a chill vibe though. It’s really hard not to want to be their friend and to root for their success. You can tell they take a lot of time to carefully construct the songs they release despite presenting an image of being party animals. I have no idea if new shit is around the corner, but they are still going strong playing gigs. I would hope this continue long enough for me to take in a show, but I feel I am late as fuck to this party and hopefully the kegs will not have run dry by the time I get there.