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Wielding an ethereal croon and masterful whistle crafted from a lifetime chasing lizards through the Ozark hills, Nick Shoulders is a living link to roots of country music with a penchant for the absurd. Combining his family's deep ties to regional traditional singing with his years of playing to crowded street corners, Nick has sought to forge a hybridized form of raucously clever country music; born of forgotten rocky hollers and bred to confront the tensions of the 21st century South. As evidenced by his surreal album art and anachronistic songwriting, Nick's creative output is steeped in the complicated history of his beloved home of rural Arkansas, but crafted as a conscious rebuke of country music's blind allegiance to historical seats of power and repression. With a kind word and a mean yodel, Nick hopes to put the 'Try' in country. A cry out against the withering void of listless Americana, 'Okay, Crawdad', is the fledgling full length album from Nick and company. A two-step laden dose of indignation, loss and profound elation, the album is inspired as much by the chaos and decadence of south Louisiana as it is the rural sounds of yesteryear from which it sprang. Despite a pandemic inspired relocation to his home in the Natural State, New Orleans and it's community helped meld the forces at play on the album; pitting an adherence to tradition and refusal to conform against each other with grand results.
