The Wages of Sin play traditional music for non-traditionalists. They mix Celtic with country with Appalachian with rockabilly with Tex-Mex with bluegrass, and follow the whole mess with a bracing shot of punk rock. Alternately rowdy and mournful, they're sure to get your feet tapping, your heart palpitating, and your liver crying for mercy. Repent, ye sinners, and be saved!
Shite n' Onions Webzine
The good folk of Seattle should be very proud of The Wages Of Sin. Great musicians to a man, they take roots music in their own direction with confidence and clout. And to all of us flawed gringos who have rambled, brawled and woken up in the street, they show that has always been thus. But also that redemption is always lurking in the wings. Manana, manana, a gringo’s life for me.
The Vancouver Courier Dec. 03:
...Seattle's Wages of Sin, whose Appalachian death polka has been known to cure blindness.
RocknRoll Purgatory #14:
Fronted by Jesse of the Spectres, this band combines bluegrass with Irish folk a la the Pogues, and they do it startlingly well. I think I actually like them even better than the Spectres, who are damned fine band in their own right. Acoustic guitars and fiddles keep it rustic and immediate, and they show aptitude at both boisterous barroom rousers as well as darker, more haunting songs filled with mortal trepidation... I can't wait to hear more of these guys.-BL