The Whistleblowers

Fresh, newly-formed, this band draws its sound from many resources – from 30s Dustbowl Folk to Texas Swing, British Blues, Punk Rock, Captain Beefheart – you name it. However, the songs themselves are original compositions meant to create a unique sound within a large range of styles. It’s hard to pigeonhole this band due to its new and evolving body of work. Any given set is designed to keep the listener on his toes and fairly off-balance. One song may be a traditional country ballad, but the next might move into some hillbilly-punk amalgam of sonic noise.

One example of diverse, or perverse, song scripting is “Snake Lover Man” – a song about a sleazy womanizer who roams from bar to bar claiming women the way a conqueror would stick a flag into one shore while already moving onto another. Unlike the typical testosterone-laden song about womanizing, however, this one offers some pathos into the guy’s extreme loneliness at having to live the way he does. In fact, most of the songs are intended to emulate the best old-fashioned country ballads in that they have a story to tell and a keen insight into the collective American psyche of insecure conquest. By the end of the song, the guy is screaming out for someone to share a drink with him, like a puppy dog begging for a pat on the head.

Snake Lover Man

Better listen to this man

He’s been drinkin all night long

He’s got something on his mind

Getting something off his chest

He’s been looking everywhere

You name the price – he don’t care

He’s flashing money in his car

He’s a modern lover, baby

Two-tone shoes and dyed brown hair

25 pairs of new underwear

Been to China, Vietnam, and France

Can’t hardly sing, but sure can dance

But when he kisses now, love

It’s never ever on the cheek

He wants it deep down and nasty

It’s only free when it ain’t free

He’s a modern lover man

Lots of money up his sleeve

He a modern lover, baby

He ain’t afraid of no disease

At midnight he’s just getting ready

Combs his hair and takes a shot

By one o’clock he’s making moves

Surveys the room and hits the spot

She never saw him coming

His swizzle stick arrived too fast

He proposed the very next morning

She was flattered and amused

He’s the modern lover man

He’s experienced and worldly

From trailer park to Euro trash

He’s got the goods if you’ve got the ass

“Come on baby, you’re lookin fine”

“I got 10 inches and a black Mercedes”

Your eyes tell me that you want me”

“No means yes, and yes means oh-what-the hell”

I’ll be with you till the end

But that don’t mean right by your side

Come on baby I need some variety

To impair my own sobriety

I’m a modern lover man

I got money up my sleeve

I’m a modern lover, baby

It’s never no, it’s always maybe

(break)

Ah come on baby – let me buy

you a little drink