And the boys and their band, vacillating in size from quintet up to septet, are from Charlottesville, Virginia and have been hacking and sawing away on two continents since 1999 and not the least to their own hearts delight. Their stuff banjoes, fiddles, basses, mandolins and guitars like there’s no tomorrow and it’s all further supported not by Popeye’s spinach but an equally energizing but canned drumsound that boogies from a box. They’ll get you to dance your ass off as sure as there’s death and taxes and as sure as there’s always a mighty tide coming into VA’s Chesapeake Bay.
But like when the occasional hurricane’s rolling in there, be cautioned here: The Hackensaw Boys are feared and famous on both ours and their own home turf for their explosive and a bit untamed and ready-if-you-like-it-a-little-rough dance soirees. No doubt, they’re gonna have the devil ride shotgun with them when they’re riding the pine of our stage, you fellas with and without company but ready to go.
So please, will the last person still dancing please turn off the lights, please?!