The Flatlanders played precious few gigs in their early-'70s heyday, and all thoughts that live recordings existed of those honky-tonk and living-room sessions had been dismissed. But here it is?the 1972 Flatlanders, in all their glory, plus musical saw-player Steve Wesson, playing extraterrestrial honky-tonk before a couple of dozen souls at Austin's legendary One Knite club. Save for a couple of Butch Hancock originals, the band hew out a Texas roots primer, but it's still an unexpected, fly-on-the-wall delight. The sound quality is ragged but serviceable, like an AM signal beamed from another galaxy. The musical and historical value, though, is priceless.
The Flatlanders played precious few gigs in their early-’70s heyday, and all thoughts that live recordings existed of those honky-tonk and living-room sessions had been dismissed. But here it is?the 1972 Flatlanders, in all their glory, plus musical saw-player Steve Wesson, playing extraterrestrial honky-tonk before a couple of dozen souls at Austin’s legendary One Knite club. Save for a couple of Butch Hancock originals, the band hew out a Texas roots primer, but it’s still an unexpected, fly-on-the-wall delight. The sound quality is ragged but serviceable, like an AM signal beamed from another galaxy. The musical and historical value, though, is priceless.
