Edge of the West- Cosmic Honky Tonk

“I step into my ’94 Chevy pickup, turn on Edge of the West, and immediately I am transported to some kind of weird desert full of nudie suit cowboys, mutant punks, and flying saucers. Feels a lot like home. I’ve been driving through Death Valley for hours. Along the way I picked up the New Riders of the Purple Sage, the Descendents, and the ghost of Jerry Garcia. They all start jamming in the bed of my truck while I speed down the highway at 105 mph. That’s what Edge of the West sounds like. What a strange band. Strange is good. I could see this band becoming a great representative of a wide variety of social rejects. The acid freak hippie, the diehard cowboy, the hardcore punk, and the record reviewer at Western Free Press. We can all get together and have one hell of a time listening to this band. Or you can just listen by yourself, because as Edge of the West says, “you’ve got to be lonely by yourself.” Don’t be normal. Buy the debut Edge of the West album.”