Any record that sits the line ‘let’s drink, let’s cuss, let’s fight and let’s fuck’ in a stew of dusty, soulful and gruesome Americana is well worth the admission. Recalling the Meat Puppets, Nick Cave’s recent foray into gospel and Brian Jonestown Massacre if they could feel pain through all the drugs, these Canucks refract olde country and blues through a lysergic, angry and gloomy alt.rock. However beat they get, you know Blood Meridian are always good for a whiskey, a scrap and a fumble.