 Austin, Texas, resident  John Schooley was a substantial blip on the I-94 Bar radar in the mid-1990s when Australian label Dropkick put out one of his records (“ You Won't Like It ... 'Cuz It's Rockn'Roll!”) with his band The Hard Feelings.
Austin, Texas, resident  John Schooley was a substantial blip on the I-94 Bar radar in the mid-1990s when Australian label Dropkick put out one of his records (“ You Won't Like It ... 'Cuz It's Rockn'Roll!”) with his band The Hard Feelings.
Here was a guy who crunched rootsy Americano with raucous garage grit in the most emphatic fashion. “You Won’t Like It...” even scored a write-up in Rolling Stone - but died a comercial death when the label head was struck down with cancer and couldn’t press up any more copies. Thankfully, he recovered - and Schooley, too, is still kicking. Like a mule.
And how. After a storied career with The Revelators, South Filthy and One Man Band, and as a sideman for Hasil Adkins and RL Burnside, Schooley is now on primal Swiss garage-roots label Voodoo Rhythm with his second album, “The Man Who Rode The Mule Around The World.” He’s billed as himself and, once again, is a one-man band. Hey, it makes band rehearsals easier.
There are two kinds of songs on “The Man...”: those with vocals and those without. Most of them lean towards a hybrid of bluegrass shuffles and barnstorming garage boogie with banjo front-and-centre for much of the time. Walter Daniels adds some damned sharp harp. 
 
 If you think the banjo isn’t a “punk” instrument, give yourself a slap around the head and open your ears. Schooley alternates between that instrument and a dual-neck guitar (which must be a bastard to carry around, let alone entrust to an uncaring airline’s baggage handlers while on tour.) He simultaneously stomps on foot-propelled drums and squeezes sounds out of a harmonica while grinding out alternately rich or gritty vocals. It makes for an arresting record of garage-blues.
If you think the “one-man band” descriptor infers something that falls short in the horsepower department, think again (again.) This stuff is tougher than your mother-in-law’s cooking after she’s been let loose with steaks on the barbecue grill. Unlike charred meat, Schooley’s trademark intensity bleeds through most, if not all, of the songs. The title track - it ends up as a cacophony of layered sounds that grind like shifting Pacific Rim tectonic plates –is a case in point.
Footnote: Schooley hasn’t given up his day job. He’s an engineer who designs waterslides and you can see one of his projects here.
Footnote: The above might not be true.



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