by kevin diamond (pic by justina villanueva)
I sent a friend to Gunfight’s MySpace page the other day. They weren’t sold on the music, but they had this to say: “I’m glad they sound like their name.”
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I, on the other hand, have been sold on Gunfight! since I stumbled into the Cameo Gallery late last week to catch the last four songs of their late-night set. I felt, in my admittedly drunken state, like I had wandered into an old saloon populated with punks instead of Cowboys. Their self-proclaimed “Post-Country” style is perfect for slinging back shots of Jack and chasing them with PBRs.
The band is tight as all hell. Drummer Dominc Turi, who graciously handed us a free copy of the band’s EP Hide Your Empties, hit his fills with the precision and power of a pile driver. The next thing you notice is lead singer Drew Mintz’ twisted yelp of a voice. Full of passion and pathos, it’s equal parts country yodel and punk spew, and it fits the band like a glove.
The crowd was sparse — it was one in the morning on a Wednesday night — but those in attendance were clearly driven to move by these songs, and I couldn’t help but be drawn in with them. Slinging back a shot of Jack, I felt an urge to howl at the moon. I held it in, but next time I see Gunfight!, I doubt I’ll be able to contain myself.
