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This band kicked my fuckin’ ass. I saw
them play the Starfish Room about three
-weeks ago, and luckily enough I have this
great roommate who’ll go and see a band,
and the next day, if she liked them enough,
she’ll go out and buy the tape. Well, she
bought Mule, and for this I am grateful.
How do I describe the unique phenomenon
that is Mule? They’re kind of like
motorhead, with hillbilly sensibilities, and a
wicked guitar sound. Both the bass and the
guitar players sing, and it’s quite the amaz-
ing little sonic union. Actually, aside from
the main singer’s seething bar brawl of a

voice and the power of the music, I guess I
wouldn’t let the comparison between Mule
and Motorhead color your opinions too
much. These folks (Mule) are coming out of
a similar school as the Jon Spencer Blues
Explosion and Doo-Rag, that underbelly-of-
America-laid-bare-with-music thing. Not to
detract form any of those bands or to imply
that Mule are hangers on, which they aren’t,
the comparison serves merely to draw some
sort of connection and communicate that
ephemeral something that hits you right in
the chest when you’re out experiencing live

music. There are a lot of bad bands out
there, and for me it doesn’t take much to
relegate a band’s efforts to something I'll
probably never listen to again. Among the
schlock, Mule is a strange island built of
divorce proceedings, cheap scotch, and old
trucks, too rusted out to drive. They are
culture.

article by Kacey McDougall

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mule

THERES A DEAD

MAN ON THE PORCH

This band kicked my fuckin’ ass. I saw
them play the Starfish Room about three
‘weeks ago, and luckily enough I have this
great roommate who'll go and see a band,
and the next day, if she liked them enough,
she'll go out and buy the tape. Well, she
bought Mule, and for this Iam grateful.
How do I describe the unique phenomenon
that is Mule? They're kind of like
motorhead, with hillbilly sensibilities, and a
wicked guitar sound. Both the bass and the
‘guitar players sing, and it’s quite the amaz-
ing little sonic union. Actually, aside from
the main singer’s seething bar brawl of a

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voice and the power of the music, I guess I
wouldn’t let the comparison between Mule
and Motorhead color your opinions too
much, These folks (Mule) are coming out of
a similar school as the Jon Spencer Blues
Explosion and Doo-Rag, that underbelly-of-
America-laid-bare-with-music thing. Not to
detract form any of those bands or to imply
that Mule are hangers on, which they aren't,
the comparison serves merely to draw some
sort of connection and communicate that
ephemeral something that hits you right in
the chest when you're out experiencing live

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Autuatration by Jasper

music, There are a lot of bad bands out,
there, and for me it doesn’t take much to
relegate a band’s efforts to something I'll
probably never listen to again. Among the
schlock, Mule is a strange island built of
divorce proceedings, cheap scotch, and old
trucks, too rusted out to drive. They are
culture.

article by Kacey McDougall