I was jogging in the Oakland hills the other day, listening to a Pandora shuffle, when a version of Hendrix’s “Voodoo Child” stopped me in my tracks and challenged my long-held theory of cover songs.
I know a band rocks when it inspires a bald fifty-something to stage dive — thrice. And my wife to skip the gym in favor of drinking.
The Stone Foxes, originally from California’s Central Valley and now hailing from San Francisco, have a polished grittiness that features great structure and arrangements while also displaying the rawness that epitomizes rock.
Heartless Bastards is a unique blend of many roots and classic rock influences. There is a lot going on with this band, all of it good.