Black Oak Arkansas: Raunch'n'Roll
Robot A. Hull, Creem, June 1973
THE SORTA people who listen to Black Oak Arkansas are about the closest things to teenage Frankensteins in existence. They hide out in the hills of Tennessee and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, and about the only other music they play is junk like Z.Z. Top or Chicken Shack. Their parents lock 'em in their rooms along with their black lites and beer can collections, and the only time they ever come out is to rehaul their transmission or watch Slingshit Theater. In short, they represent the southern hi-energy worthless skums, fucked up on qualuudes with rotten teeth jostling around in their head.
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