Known for the marble facades, majestic domes and
white mansions comprising its landmarks, Washington, DC is nonetheless a
gritty, hardscrabble city built on a hot marshland and swamped in
confrontational politics.
Like their home turf, the Highballers are as sharp dressed as any modern country act – but go down more like Jim Beam than the Diet Pepsi flowing through today’s tame, corporate country scene. In the tradition of outlaws like Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard, not to mention mystics like Gram Parsons and the Knitters, the Highballers spin a web of country gold rooted the in the diverse backgrounds of their members and the free-spirited abandon of the fiercest gunslinger in the Wild West.
The Highballers were born on the rock of guitarist/vocalist Kendall Jackson and vocalist Hope Hudson in 2007, forging a hard-edged, rockin’ country sound built on the duo’s male-female vocal harmonies. After several personnel shifts, myriad gigs and more than a few empty whiskey bottles, the band arrived at its current lineup of Jackson, vocalist Victoria Patchen, guitarist Sean Lally, bassist Michael Barrientos and drummer Drake Sorey.
–Doug Sheppard, Ugly Things Magazine
Like their home turf, the Highballers are as sharp dressed as any modern country act – but go down more like Jim Beam than the Diet Pepsi flowing through today’s tame, corporate country scene. In the tradition of outlaws like Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard, not to mention mystics like Gram Parsons and the Knitters, the Highballers spin a web of country gold rooted the in the diverse backgrounds of their members and the free-spirited abandon of the fiercest gunslinger in the Wild West.
The Highballers were born on the rock of guitarist/vocalist Kendall Jackson and vocalist Hope Hudson in 2007, forging a hard-edged, rockin’ country sound built on the duo’s male-female vocal harmonies. After several personnel shifts, myriad gigs and more than a few empty whiskey bottles, the band arrived at its current lineup of Jackson, vocalist Victoria Patchen, guitarist Sean Lally, bassist Michael Barrientos and drummer Drake Sorey.
Hailing from New Orleans, where he discovered the
outlaw country sounds and swamp funk that inspire him to this day, Jackson
moved to Cleveland in the early 1990s and eventually formed his first band, the
Dirty Bottom Boys -- raging garage rockers not unlike the background of Lally,
who hails from the rival (if you’re into football, anyway) city of Pittsburgh.
With bands like the Frampton Brothers and the Breakup Society, Lally opened for
the Ramones and cowrote a song recorded by REM's Scott McCaughey -- tuning up
his sparkling Fender Telecaster just enough to blow the doors off any club he
played.
Barrientos is no stranger to loud rock ’n’ roll,
either, what with his roots in the high-energy, bloodstained Southern
California punk scene in various teen band ventures before his next calling --
professional photography -- took him on an exotic 15-year odyssey too detailed
to go into here. But he’s back in music, as is Sorey -- who also took a
photographic hiatus from music before getting behind a kit again six years ago;
now, Sorey pounds proudly behind an array of fine ’60s vintage Slingerland,
Rogers and Ludwig kits.
Those drum sets are as polished as Patchen,
another veteran whose pipes have been honored in Billboard and hailed as “cool
and ethereal” by Joe Heim of The Washington Post. The Jackson-Patchen pairing
produces harmonies reminiscent of Gram Parsons/ Emmylou Harris and Exene
Cervenka/John Doe, pouring out their souls like bourbon and mixing it with
harmonies as sweet as cola. Combine that with the pulsating rhythms of
Barrientos and Sorey and the twanging twin Telecasters of Lally and Jackson --
and you have the reasons the band has expanded its bookings beyond DC and
earned acclaim in national publications like The Huffington Post.
Having recently completed their first album, Soft
Music and Hard Liquor, the Highballers are poised to climb to the next level.
Spit out that modern country diet soda and pour yourself some Highballers.
Bottoms up!–Doug Sheppard, Ugly Things Magazine
