In a past life, Knoxville's Llama Train might have been a jam band; they have the musical chops to play long-form improv without faltering or repeating themselves, and their repetoire includes Birkenstock-rock nuggets from the likes of Chris Robinson and the Grateful Dead. But somewhere in transit between that past life and this one, these fellows learned a lesson or two about songwriting and showmanship, things that too many patchouli rockers overlook in their droning quest for Jerry's muse.
The result: the guys in Llama Train rock unapologetically, and they have fun doing it, trading off instruments as easily as most bands might pass around a bottle of cheap hooch