Thank the old blues gods that Ray Wylie Hubbard never became a preacher or a grifter or, as is often the case, one and the same. He'd convert you, rob you blind and leave you howling in tongues and shaking on the floor. Or at least that's the mission of The Grifter's Hymnal, the songwriter's latest mean, lowdown, but somehow redemptive errand into the country and electric blues wilderness. The guitars slide and scrape, the rhythms rock and roll, and the words, as always, burn through with the wit and wisdom of a bona fide Texas maestro.
Why You Should Go: Hubbard doesn't get to St. Louis often, so mark your calendar if you're a fan of young Americana poets like Ryan Bingham or Hayes Carll. They'd be nowhere without him.