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The Hooten Hallers once ended a show as singer John Randall soldiered through a final guitar riff with blood from an inch-long gash above his eye streaming down his cheek, coagulating in his mountain man beard. Meanwhile, Andy Rehm vomited into a beer mug. He never skipped a beat on the drums.
It was a typical show for Randall and Rehm, who’ve been hurling whiskey-soaked hillbilly rock at Columbia, Missouri audiences for more than three years. Their performances take crowds on a bipolar-coaster ride through manic rage, tongue-in-cheek sorrow and drunken merriment. It’s visceral music that speaks to folks’ primal urges, beckoning them to dance, drink, scream or screw.
You could call the Hooten Hallers alchemists. Randall’s electric guitar and Rehm’s abbreviated drum kit (just a snare, kick drum, floor tom and cymbal), unite to produce a staggering amount of raucous, synergistic sound. That sound is crowned by a gritty howl from Randall that often escalates into triumphant screams. Rehm’s back-up falsetto puts many a lady vocalist to shame. Together, the Hooten Hallers produce a wholly uncontrived kind of music with a passion that matches its purity.
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