"Wait? Wait for Fucking What? It's Been Two and Half Fucking Years!"

So begins Nobody Said It was Easy by the Four Horsemen.

So I've always thought of myself as Joe Music, Jack Rock and Roll, Ferdinand Von Fuck among other personas. I'm probably a very sick individual but that's beside the point. What is the point, is that The Four Horsemen are just great, great, great rock and roll and I had no idea they existed until 2005. My brother-in-law was over for a drunkening in the awful city of Saskatoon. We were tossing back beers and listening to AC/DC or something and he asks me if I have any Four Horsemen.





To which I ask "Who the fuck are the Four Horsemen?" I must admit, I thought it might be some vaguely awful metal band, like The Bulletboys or Trixter but you know, angrier. And how does someone who doesn't really listen to music on the same level as I do stump me right off the bat? It was humbling. I considered killing him on the spot, but if I even thought about that, he'd probably would have sensed it and killed me first. Fortunately the good folks on the Obner board helped out and scored me Nobody Said It Was Easy, which was pretty cool and made a good drinking day even better. In my personal bible of Good and Evil, this is pretty much exemplary rock and roll. It's the Cult circa Electric, but with a southern flair. I love the first couple of Cult albums, but Electric was my favourite and it always seems to be a polarizing record. They both have the very obvious touch of Rick Rubin, who released The Four Horsemen's debut on Def American label, which boded well because I pretty much liked anything his was putting out on there, even The Day The Laughter Died. Basically, if Skynyrd and AC/DC got together in the early 70s and jammed it would probably sound like this. You know who you are if you like this kind thing. So crack a beer and turn this motherfucker up LOUD.