Oxford, MS

Jean jackets, heartbreak, bong rips, reverb and indelible melodies are the backbone of Bass Drum of Death’s fuzzed-out, white boy, beach blues. Expanding the band's membership (from two men to three — guitar, more guitar and drums) hasn't made John Barrett's trailer-bred muse any fancier: he still yelps and ooh-wahs his way toward a frantic, beer-bleached nirvana on the potholed main streets of Anytown, USA.