Golden Boots is an alt-alt country band from the American Southwest, home to open spaces, Roy Rogers, and the Hydrogen Bomb. Born seven years ago, despite pleas to preserve the health of the mother, Golden Boots has managed to win over the jaded and faded from Tucson to France. Their warped and fractured mixture of psychedelic rock, folk and country has drawn comparisons to Alex Chilton, The International Submarine Band, Beck, and the Monkees.
Their newest full-length album, entitled "Winter Of Our Discotheque"- to be released by Philadelphia's Park the Van in January 2009- is an inside/outsiders art project of true Itinerant Roots music that examines American themes of lackadaisical paranoia. True to form, the material honors both the creative acts of song writing and the glorious mistakes, drunken or not, that add their beautiful destruction. A seemingly more refined vision of Golden Boots' hook laden, future-as-now confused melancholy pop, this album attempts to walk that fine line between malt liquor and Malbec, between strip malls and malls... a self induced field recording sobriety test. What's more, this album has moxie. Blending pop-folk with distortion-laden breaks, fuzz guitar, primitive keyboards and the unique clarity of unencumbered experimentation. Golden Boots is deconstructing Americana one curio at a time. Some say "Winter" is like driving a dump-truck up Route 66 with a tankful of $4 gasoline and every light is yellow.
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