Female country punk band, Those Darlins, is like drinking a black cup of really strong coffee—kind of bitter, kind of gritty, but delicious. Hailing from Murfreesboro, Tennessee, wherever the fuck that is (Tennessee, my editor says), these gals are unpretentiously frank and straightforward—“I got drunk and I ate a chicken” so “If you don’t want a wild one, don’t hang around with me.” But I do want a wild one! And so will you. They play Maxwell’s Feb. 3, 9 p.m., $10, all ages and the Bowery Ballroom, Feb. 5, 8 p.m., $13, 18-plus. thosedarlins.com.
Those Darlins: Those Darlins Ain’t Chicken
—by Elisabeth McGuirk, February 2, 2010