John Wesley Coleman Chicken Woman

Austin weirdo by way of Irving, Texas—John Weseley Coleman is a renaissance man of sorts, having done time in The Golden Boys, as well as performing stand up comedy, painting, writing books and movie scripts, and amassing a body of solo material that makes most bands look like total slouches. The man offers up to you two tracks of desert-haunted psychedelic rock n' roll filtered through a true storytellers sieve. “John Wesley Coleman is one of those guys who's made a ton of supremely catchy rock'n'roll records but never fully caught on outside of his immediate circle. It's a shame, because his new stuff definitely deserves an audience. Whether he's mournfully singing about playing video games in the basement (’Lizz Hitt Queen of the Midwestern Punk Rock World’) or doing his best Springsteen alonside horns and a pedal steel (’The Love That You Own’), he's bringing his A-game on his new album for Burger. On his new Urinal Cake 7", his voice warbles in the distance like the ghost of Hasil Adkins.”—Evan Minsker (Shake Appeal/Pitchfork)