Los Angeles, CA
There is a mythology to pawnshops that I love. They conjure images of large, unshaven men in Whiskey stained wife-beaters offering me pennies on the dollar for an heirloom watch. Pawnshops make me want to smoke unfiltered cigarettes, fight with a pool cue, walk along the shoulder of an interstate and not be able to tell you who the President of The United States is. They are American made…and so are The Pawnshop Kings.
The Pawnshop Kings are everything you want from an Americana band (they are Americana, but not in a Lucinda Williams kind of way…more of a Jayhawks kind of way. If they were a cross-country road trip, they’d be the route that took you through Michigan not Mississippi). These two brothers from California nail it with tasteful guitar parts and production that honors the songwriter. They are honest, straightforward and damn talented.
So, go for a long car ride, run out of gas, pop into a diner and listen to The Pawn Shop Kings on your iPod. You’ll be happy you did.