All country music is drinking music, but no sub-genre owns the drinking song quite like cow-punk. Even when the Round-Ups,
the Whiskey Don'ts aren't
singing about tippling till they tip over, they play the kind of helter-skelter twang which may not be precisely cow-punk, but which provides a killer soundtrack to an affable slamfest. The Round-Ups especially have sweetened their notorious country-stagger with the vocals of Irene Allen, while the Monads (who sound like a slightly less manic Split Lip Rayfield) turn suicide and DUIs into blotto sing-a-longs. The wild card for this New Year's Eve hoedown is proto-rockabilly newcomers the Whiskey Don'ts, whose name offers a caution they'll likely ignore.