TX:Presented by Goldenvoice. Reviewed June 12, 1996. Fans of wrestling, dirt track racing and fried chicken — generally closeted guilty pleasures — get the whole kit ‘n’ kaboodle in the wild rockabilly antics of North Carolina’s Southern Culture on the Skids. A packed house of Culture mavens points to a future beyond cult status, a sign that there’s still plenty of room for out-of-control rock ‘n’ roll that contains far more substance than a novelty act based on all things south of the Mason-Dixon line. With a fashion flair generally reserved for guests on “The Jerry Springer Show,” the trio tosses out white trash cliches like bleach at the dragstrip with considerable bump ‘n’ grind fervor.
Bassist Mary Huff and drummer Rick Miller stand at attention to give expert guitarist David Hartman room to roam with abandon, using an unannounced percussionist as an occasional foil.
They are still the simple folk they were before the release late last year of their Geffen debut “Dirt Track Date,” and current radio hit “Camel Walk.” While there’s an earnestness in the presentation, Hartman in particular is securing them a longevity as a rock act through his ringleader approach to staging what, in simpler times, would make a great barn dance.
Paying a similar reverence to the West Coast jamborees of the ’40s and ’50s, the Dave and Deke Combo swings and boogies with countrified traditionalist panache.
Deke Dickerson, on a double body guitar, adds some ’60s rumble with smooth and fluid lines that teeter between surf and jazz. Their humor is more lyrical than visual and their ode to chewing tobacco provided the perfect segue to the headliners.