Tyler Childers / Al Scorch / Tim Larson
Thursday, Jun 08, 2017 9:00 PM CDT
Empty Bottle, Chicago, IL
21 years and over
Nestled in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky is a little town called, Paintsville, where the economy is dependent on the dying coal industry and a tradition of music thrives with the US 23 Country Music Highway Museum and Butcher Hollow. Carrying on the music tradition is native son and current Lexington, Kentucky resident, TYLER CHILDERS. Paintsville is located in the Big Sandy River Valley of Johnson County in Eastern Kentucky made famous for its lawlessness, religion, and booze, and a song about a horse thief, a rambling man, and an attempt to gain some good ol’ Appalachian self-justice is what “William Hill” is all about. Following his “Papaw” around to the Kentucky social institutions – church events and barber shops to name a few– as well as a lot of coon hunting with his dad, Tyler has heard a tale or two about the misadventures of a few good ol’ boys and he gives his own spin of these accounts behind a whisky-soaked voice well beyond his age of 22.
In case you missed AL SCORCH’s past Winter Slumber visits or his opening set for the incredible NANA GRIZOL, don’t fret, there’s more SCORCH were that came from. No, seriously, he won't leave... and we're better for it. The Chicago native is an entertainer, road warrior, storyteller, and damn talented musician. His second album and Bloodshot debut Circle Round the Signs, out last year, is built on a sonic framework sharing an intersection with the Bad Livers’ lawless next-gen take on traditional country & bluegrass and Black Flag’s burn-it-all-down revolt and breakneck tempos.
TIM LARSON returns to our stage tonight with a sound that's shifted gears over the past few years, but still maintains his dark, gothic leanings. LARSON has opened for THE COATHANGERS and headlined back in 2015, blowing us away with this new direction. He continues to dip his bluesy toes into the frozen underworld of stark, chilling Americana, and his blunt lyrics, weathered baritone and moody, shoegazy guitars are pure American folk/blues at heart.