“Tales have been told for a couple of years now of Taylor Hunnicutt and her band, and the tall order they leave in their wake for everyone else trying to match the grit and soul they exude on stage, including some of the folks they’ve opened for, leaving some to conclude it was Taylor’s name that should have been at the top of the marquee. It’s sweaty, greasy, full-tilt stuff you can use to fry up chicken or slather over biscuits, or pack wheel bearings with in a pinch.”
