Few bands have chosen a moniker more evocative than Th' Legendary Shack Shakers. While the adjectival end of their name may originally have been wishful thinking, the nominative has helped turn that into a self-fulfilling prophecy. As you may have gathered, Th' Legendary Shack Shakers exude honky-tonk. Just being in the same room with the band is enough to transport you to a dive bar on the bad side of Nashville, whiskey in hand, ready for a brawl. For the past eight years, the band has been winning over live audiences while gigging alongside such like-minded acts as Hank Williams III and Southern Culture on the Skids. Their latest album, 2009's Swampblood, is a true-to-form blend of dirty country, renegade blues, murky swamp rock (think CCR gone a bit goth) and gritty, deep-fried punk. Just in case this bathtub brewed libation is a bit strong for your liking, the Shack Shakers are also pretty competent with a nice Southern ballad, but expect that to serve mostly as counterpoint to their standard raucous, blood-and-booze-fueled sonic rampage. With Eugene Wendell, the Demon Rind.