I'm not a subgenre junkie. That is, I don't listen to (for instance) grindcore or dancepunk simply because it's grindcore or dancepunk. As a Texan expatriate however, the one exception I will make is Texas country. For you idiots out there with an instant gag reflex towards country music, this style descends more from Willie and David Allan Coe than it does from George Jones or Tammy Wynette (not to slight the great George and Tammy, it's just that their Nashville followers totally blow ass). So from time to time, I will post tantalizing tidbits of Texas music such as this. Ironically, the first post of this type is a band hailing not from Texas at all, but from Stillwater, Oklahoma. [Some refer to this music more correctly as "Red Dirt," which isn't so Texas-biased and can therefore rightly encompass alot of excellent acts from OK, Arkansas and Louisiana, but I think the name is fucking stupid.] For such a shitty town, Stillwater breeds a disproportionate number of top-notch bands, such as this one. I haven't found much about No Justice, as their webpage is sparse, but they're doing the roadhouse circuit (Helotes, Bandera, Gruene, etc.), their album is new-ish, and this song is #7 on this week's Texas Music Chart. Peep the flava.
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