Nashville’s Great Peacock, who put out their records on my beloved This Is American Music, came through the Thrill last week and played to a sparse but deeply interested crowd. They rock much harder than some of their twangier label mates, but any band that rocks a poncho with a bejeweled peacock on the back has a little bit of the spirit of the Flying Burrito Brothers in them, too. It’s sharp songwriting paired with dual lead vocals and a tight rhythm section; they’re great, and you should go see them. (Trav smartly said that they sounded like an up to date version of the BoDeans, which is both true and in our humble opinions, a honest enormous compliment. We love the BoDeans, and we loved Great Peacock, too.)

Full set here.