This Philadelphia country trio knows plenty about playing in bars - it has been doing just that for years. The band translates the experience into unvarnished, booze-soaked tales that evocatively capture the allure and the pitfalls of the honky-tonk life--Nick Cristiano/Philadelphia Inquirer
Raw alt. country tunes that swing from loose acoustic hootenanny ballads to growling roadhouse rockers; sometimes within the same song. With Rolling Stones twangy country swagger and true honky-tonk soul, Gas Money sing knowingly of what comes from a decades worth of slinging it in all the local "joints" ---Miles of Music
The lyrics are straightforward, the familiar rooted themes of some of America's most enduring music: drinkin' in a bar, listenin' to country music, nursin' heartaches, feelin' pissed off, ridin' freight trains. Or playin' for drink tickets and 22 dollars. In other words, is there anything here we shouldn't like?
Playing unrefined, rocking honky-tonk with the Stones' looseness and Hank Williams' sincerity, the trio (plus guests) bangs out tunes like "Nashville Hotel," "Ballad of Tom Smith" and "All Alone (In My Honky Tonk World)" like last call has passed and the dawn is creeping in. The band can rock, too, as on "Dixie Girl." Waylon Jennings would've been proud---High Bias