Since rising from Phoenix s punk/rockabilly scene in 2004, The Earps have delivered extravagant honky-tonk tales of drinking, women, and police evasion; a blend of glam-metal distortion and debauchery tempered by old-school country twang. They embody the hard-partying, devil-may-care attitude of vintage 80s cock rock, and perfectly inject that attitude into these reinterpreted Buck Owens classics. I m sure the purists may roll their eyes, and that s OK. The ghost of Buck Owens haunts this record, and celebrates these re-imagined tunes. I m sure the purists rolled their eyes at Buck back in the day as well...