Baptist Generals, The
Baptist Generals, The
Label: Sub Pop Records
Genre: Rock / Folk
Online: Artist Website


Denton, TX's Baptist Generals make music for people who hate to be asked, "What kind of music do you listen to?" They are as difficult to categorize as the tastes of any real music lover. The band recorded their latest album, No Silver/No Gold, in a garage, but they are by no means your typical garage band. Chris Flemmons writes and sings heartfelt, poetic lyrics and plays the acoustic guitar but The Baptist Generals are a far cry from folk music. He plays the acoustic guitar the way it was meant to be played: like a motherfuckin' drum. Their music is often bitter, aggressive, even frightening, yet at times completely spiritual. Flemmons' lyrics are marked by a profound, often dirge-like sadness but this isn't fucking emo, folks. And he might sing with a distinctively Southern accent- songs that mention someone getting his "head cut off on the barbed wire" or someone "shooting and drinking" (in that order) - but The Baptist Generals sure as fuck ain't country. Or alt-country. Or any of that stupid shit. Yet their style is distinctively Southern. His haunting, imagistic lyrics are as steeped in the Southern gothic tradition as anything Barry Hannah or Flannery O'Connor ever committed to print. Flemmons' voice sounds like every great Southern singer, from Doc Boggs to Wayne Coyne, but at the same time, nothing like either of them or anyone else for that matter. He's thirty-three years old but sings with all the world-weary crankiness of someone who's seen at least ninety.