Rev Deadeye (Arizona)
The Reverend Deadeye was struck down by an accident that could have sent him to the land of glory eternal……………but The Lord had another plan for the Reverend.
When the Reverend Deadeye was just a mere pup in the eyes of the lord, he was handlin’ a rattle snake that turned and bit him smack in the eye. This act would have spelled the end for any normal man. However, instead of losing his life that day an Angel of the Lord took away the sight in his good eye and gave him a vision in his bad eye.
That vision told him to go forth and preach the gospel to the world. That’s exactly what he would have done if he had been able to see more than four feet in front of his face. However, the Reverend still was able to devise a plan to get his message to each and every man and woman. That is exactly what he wants to bring to you today. He took and old rusty beer can and transformed it into a microphone for shoutin’. He found other various boxes that could be used for stompin’. He picked up his resonating electro-fied guitar that he would soon use for strummin’. He thus has prepared himself to shout, stomp, and strum his way into every wicked heart that he could stumble himself into
Don’t blame the reverend if he screams hellfire and damnation upon your soul. He doesn’t know no better, and he only does it because he loves you. That’s right, he cares for every goddamn one of you whether you’re damned to hell or not. He might be screaming “turn or burn” but the good ol’ Reverend knows where to find the Lord and intends to let everyone know. He told me were to find the Lord and I ain’t been the same since.
You see it was not so long ago that the Reverend placed the coals of hellfire upon my soul. As his face began to redden, and his eye began to cross, he told me exactly where to find what I’d been looking for. He hollered at me and said “I found the Lord in the bottom of the bottle”. That is exactly where each and everyone of you can find him as well, Amen.
The Reverend intends to let the whole world know that the straight and narrow road to redemption is getting stewed to the gills on corn squeezins’.
May the Lord Bless your sinnin’ soul, Deacon Jones
Molly Gene One Whoaman Band ( Warrensburg MO)
“For those who like their whiskey straight and their blues deep and dirty, Hillbilly Love by Molly Gene-One Whoaman Band is one not to be missed. I will warn those of you just edging your way into our little corner of purgatory that her first release, Hillbilly Love, may serve you well as training wheels, because onceHillbilly Love kicks in and this eleven track #10 train full of driving, moonshine-drenched and emotionally raw deep blues starts rolling down the rails, there’s no getting back off. I have been told by those who know Molly Gene and have shared a bill with her that “she’s a sweetheart, but when she gets on stage, the devil comes out” and nothing on this CD would make me believe otherwise. Molly Gene’s rasping gravelly vocals sway from urgently plaintive to intensely aggressive and set the tone from the outset.” The Boston Blues Society – Lee Jergensen
“Molly Gene, “The One Whoaman Band” is nothing at all like any one-person band you have ever seen or heard. She is not a novelty act; she is the real deal, and she plays genuine deep Blues. It’ll cut you to the bone. Her latest CD, “Hillbilly Love”, is one of the grittiest, gutsiest and aggressive Blues albums I have ever heard, and I had heard a lot.” The Coyote Bill Appreciation Society – KC BLUES NEWS
“From the depths of the one-man band underground there has emerged an undeniably impressive female singer/songwriter — a one-woman band, rather — whose dirty blues and raw country sound is quickly earning her a place among the more notable artists of that particular movement. Molly Dyer, better known as Molly Gene One Whoaman Band, is a down-home young woman, all cowboy boots and t-shirts and flannels, all soul and grit and fire. Her bottleneck slide technique is reminiscent of the old blues greats, though with a rock ‘n’ roll edge. Her raspy whiskey and cigarettes vocals, which do not come across as androgynous but remain entirely feminine, join together with her big plugged-in guitar sound to form songs that are as wicked as a desert rattlesnake, as sharp as a straight razor, as fiery as a sip of backwoods moonshine, as sultry as summer nights in the Deep South, and nearly as sexy as Molly herself.” James Carlson – examiner.com Philadelphia