Animal Piss, It’s Everywhere

The second album from outsider country sliders Animal Piss, It’s Everywhere rolls deep into the same shaggy shambles as their first. The band culls together an East Coast ensemble of some of heavy hitters, including members of Sunburned Hand of the Man, Weeping Bong Band, Jow Jow, The Pigeons, Bunwinkies, and Wet Tuna. The assembled rabble, led by Clark Griffin and Shannon Ketch, have a way of harnessing the hangdog hues of barback country. Quite a few bands have hooked into the Cosmic American landscape of late, threading their slivered riffs through the smoke-ringed ranks of ‘70s country’s more psychedelic offerings, but APIE stand out as capturing something more than the quivering tones left lingering in the air after Burritos gigs and New Riders romps. The band taps into the kind of beat down desperation that made some of the best outsider country catch hold.

Like it’s predecessor, the songs on Grace are imbued with a kind of late night linger, an aura of bottomed-out blues and beer-soaked songwriting that feels a bit truer, even in the harsh light of day. Griffin and his assembled Pissers have conjured an album that’s sliding truths between coated-tongue traipses through last night’s mistakes and this mornings regrets. The record is roughed up and righted once again, run through a soft pack filter and soaked off the bar wood with the right balance of winking charms to cover up the undercurrent of desperation. APIE’s ability to capture both the revelry and the stale smell of tomorrow remains unmatched.

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