Yes, that’s a real thing. Shooter Jennings and his dad Waylon (you may have heard of him) got together on a project they called Fenixon. And it. Is. Awesome.
I’ve never been a fan of country music, nor have I generally given industrial the time of day, but I really like this. I’ve never heard anything like it. It’s a very strange blend, but it works.
I should note, after using it in my post title, that both Waylon and his son hate the “outlaw country” moniker. It kind of fit back in the old days when Waylon Jennings et al. were defying the stultifying country-western orthodoxy, but it took on a life of its own (and not in a good way). For a long time now, it’s been nothing more than a marketing vehicle funneling mental gruel to musical morons. There’s even a song about it on this album.
If you didn’t know Waylon’s son was out there in the music world, do yourself a favor and look Shooter Jennings up. He’s a legit badass, a multifaceted musician with an eclectic repertoire — a rare find in America’s trend-obsessed, wussified music scene.