Original image by There Stands the Glass.
The clothes worn by Brent Cobb, a long-haired country boy from Georgia, at Knuckleheads on Wednesday, October 18, included cowboy boots and an Otis Redding t-shirt. The music he performed with a four-piece backing band was a correspondingly diffuse blend of Southern rock, outlaw country and swampy soul.
Cobb opened the show with folk-tinged songs he jokingly called “hippie sh*t” like the wry “Keep ‘Em on They Toes” before digging into vital variations on the iconic sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Three sets of imbeciles within a ten foot radius of my front-and-center position amid the audience of approximately 500 rowdy fans who paid $25 for entry (I was comped) marred the otherwise stellar experience.
Their infuriating shrieks are audible on my Instagram clip of the raucous “Devil Ain’t Done”, my favorite track on Cobb’s latest album Southern Star. While the incessant yapping throughout the extremely loud concert was a physically impressive feat, it was a bad look for the “Bar, Guitar and Honky Tonk Crowd”.