Scott Johnson, Bryan Ward, and Kenny Mims employ mandolins, fiddles, dobros, and dulcimers on their debut album, which would seem to suggest a traditional country or bluegrass sound. But they wield their instruments as aggressively as if they were electric guitars and howl their lyrics as though they were singing punk rock, so the result is a lively hybrid of old timey and new wave. They lyrics mostly concern the foibles of finding, enjoying, and leaving love, usually with an unhappy tone (song titles include "Poor Boy Blues," "Blue Blue Blue," "Shrouded In Blue," and "P.S.O.B.," which stands for "Particular Shade Of Blue"). But the sentiments are less important than they way they are expressed; Bonepony plays practically every song as though they are trying to get an audience's attention in a loud bar, which they doubtless have spent a lot of time doing. Their music is urgent and compelling, but seems likely to fall between the stools of rock and country in marketing terms. They sound like a band more likely to break through on the road than on records.
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AllMusic Review by William Ruhlmann