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Rube Waddell : StinkBait
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Imagine an Appalachian influenced jug band with a penchant for homemade instruments, led by a punk-rock delta blues singer who together are taking part in a whaling expedetion throughout the South Seas. Low-fi;surreal humor;tablas and tubas-STINKBAIT..
Genre: Rock: Americana
Release Date: 1998
StinkBait Record Label: Vaccination Records
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Preview Song Name Time Format Price Select
Salt Of The Earth 3:40 $0.99
Westward Rider 2:29 $0.99
Git! Out! 0:32 $0.99
Roy Smeck 1:55 $0.99
Mohandas 5:41 $0.99
Oh Father 5:08 $0.99
Oh Death 2:35 $0.99
Joe Hill's/the Ballad Of Joe Hill 4:39 $0.99
Walk Away 2:44 $0.99
Eunice Irene 4:36 $0.99
Worm/friends 2:10 $0.99
White House 3:32 $0.99
John The Revelator 3:02 $0.99
Mean Eyed Cat 2:27 $0.99
Plasma Man 3:36 $0.99
Hobo Train 4:45 $0.99
San Pablo Rap 1:57 $0.99
The Ballad Of Lester Ballard 3:38 $0.99
Mawson's Will 4:42 $0.99
Whistling Dead 4:23 $0.99
Ode An Der Freude 5:15 $0.99
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Album Notes

The great George Edward "Rube" Waddell (1876-1914) was a fire engine chasing, hard drinking, alligator wrestling,baton twirling eccentric pitcher for the Philadelphia Athletics from 1901 to 1910.
RUBE WADDELL the band is a quartet from the Mission District of San Francisco CA that has taken him as their patron saint and lives to honor his name by causing bizzare,confounding, and sinfully fun ruckuses in bars, concert halls, city street corners, and home stereos everywhere they can.

Performing their own breed of modern Americana music, they mix Blues, Gospel, American and Irish Folk, Country, Rock, Punk, comic Vaudeville, German theater, South-East Asian ditties, a little funk and a lot of raw power into their sets. Reviewers have compared Rube Waddell at times to Captain Beefheart, the Fugs, Ween, Doo-Rag, Tom Waits, Jon Spencer and other lo-fi giants.
The Rubes got their start performing in the streets of San Francisco and became known for their monthly performances, "Live at Leeds," in front of a well known shoe store in the Mission district, and from there their popularity took them into bars and clubs around the city, America and Europe.
The instrumentation of the band varies widely including slide guitar, mandolin, trumpet, sousaphone, tabla, ukulele, marimba, pots and pans, kazoo, harmonica, electric guitar, toy keyboard, accordion, banjo, tin whistle, and various home-made instruments from one-string guitars to junkyard percussion ensembles.
"Stinkbait" is the band's second album (the first, "Hobo Train" was a one-sided vinyl now a collecter's item)originally released in 1998 on the now defunct Oakland-based collective record company Vaccination Records whose other artists included Mumble and Peg, Idiot Flesh, and Sleepy Time Gorilla Museum. Assembled with the help of "8 track cassete, duct tape, and safety pins" the album made an indelible mark on the Bay Area music scene and abroad.

Here is what Reviewers have written about "Stinkbait"

"With an arsenal of both traditional and completely bizarre instruments, Rube Waddell stomps out music that faitfully pays tribute to the sounds of Appalachia while maintaining a wicked, urban sense of humor. Stinkbait is Rube Waddell's version of Bill Monroe dueting with Fred Sanford at the Filmore if you can imagine that. Talk about a party record!!
-Cheryl Botchick, CMJ New Music Report

"If there really is such a thing as swamp boogie, an affliction half between music and parasitic infestation, Rube Wadell be the vector."
-Ink Nineteen

"Rube Waddell tastes like dumpster dived cornbread washed down with Thunderbird."
-Slugmag

Look out for the Rubes coming to your town. Their new album "Greatest Hits" has just been released and is available on CDBABY (http://cdbaby.com/cd/rubewaddell3). "Bound For The Gates Of Hell" the band's third album is also available on CDBABY (http://cdbaby.com/cd/rubewaddell2)

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REVIEWS

"These guys are doing it right on their own terms..."
author: BABYSUE (on-line music publication)
This is different. Rube Waddell is three guys from San Francisco who play some rather unconventional music with a rough edge. The band is named after a real man who had his hands in some rather unconventional pasttimes. So...the name fits the band. The only other artist that comes to mind listening to this is Captain Beefheart...although this isn't as far out as the ol' Captain's music was. There's an odd hillbilly/country sound to some of these tunes...yet this is far from sounding like traditional country music. These fellows play a mindblowing slew of instruments (including tabla, penny whistle, kzaoo, ukulele, banjo, washboard, jaw harp). Interestingly, the band plays on the streets regularly around San Francisco. Sure makes a lot more sense than trying to land some highly prized slot at some "hip" (fart) rock club. These guys are doing it right on their own terms...and creating some mighty heady, offbeat music in the process. This one comes in a nifty steel tin box, courtesy of those increasingly inventive folks at Vaccination... (Rating: 4)
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"Lord give me the strength to describe the Rubes."
author: Moon Traveller Music
If you've listened to Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music in a Nyquil cloud you know what I am talking about when we say the Rubes are transcendent. But maybe 'transient' would be a better depiction. The guess is that these guys honed their licks on a street corner or two, and their approach to recording holds true to the vision. There appears here a conscious effort to avoid the overdub, to play and mike within the ambient room as it is … so that the Rube Wadell sound reminds somehow of the electric field recordings of Robert Johnson in a San Antonio hotel room for Okeh, or the Memphis Jug Band in a Memphis hotel for Victor.
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"If there really is such a thing as swamp boogie, an affliction half between mus
author: Ian Koss (Ink 19)
If there really is such a thing as swamp boogie, an affliction half between music and parasitic infestation, Rube Wadell be the vector. No, there's no Rube Wadell in the band, though history tells us of one actual Wadell, some times back -- look it up. Instead we have Mahatma Boom Boom, Reverend Wupass and Captain Feedback, lurching and slinking through a morass of fuzz, tinbox drums, and general slide-guitar ill ease. "Westward Rider" is an adolescent chant beat out on junkyard trash, while the rowdy "Joe Hill's Will/The Ballad of Joe Hill" has harmonica wails on a rolling bed of kazoos and ukulele. Speaking of which, "Roy Smeck," tribute to the ukulele master, also features penny whistle, a talking drum and a pseudo-Hawaiian refrain. Let's not forget "San Pablo Rap," where "Well you show up at the lake cus yo mama says you're lazy, playin Klezmer in the hood says you're gonna drive her crazy" is delivered as a Beastie Boys bust with a pirate refrain. This is some weird stuff. Even by my highly jaded standards, it's weird. It's also pretty catchy, with a kind of gap-toothed charm. Dragging "nobody likes me everybody hates me I'm gonna eat some worms" out of recess and into the studio yields something worthy of the Residents. And it makes me glad that even in this profit-driven music market, somebody is still willing to put it on the line for three commie freak geniuses like this.
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Nothing exists quite like it, some moments are just amazing
author: Alan Linnel
After many failures, I finally hunted down this CD in a SF consignment record store (the last copy) going on a good tip from a friend. I'm a big fan of prewar blues/country, Tom Waits, ethnic experimental music, and a lot of other junk and Stinkbait seemed to satisfy all these urges and plant the seeds for a few new ones. Served in a very memorable tin can case and with a very gritty over-driven production sound, the album has a real home-made feel about it that sets it a part from anything else I, or vistors who overhear it while at the apartment, have heard. There's a lot of heavy footstomping tunes with catchy hooks and humorous lyrics, but these guys also throw in some slower moments of nice melodies and then some out and out wierdness to break it up. One more thing...you won't ever think of Beethoven's Ode to Joy the same way again. I was glad to see they finally got their stuff up on the internet.
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