I usually put any disclaimers that I have at the end of my articles; however, in this case, if you have seen a review from me on David Allan Coe, don't read this one, as it will essentially say the same thing, only the words will change to protect the innocent. (I never thought innocence and David Allan Coe would ever be used in the same paragraph.)
Coe is pure hardcore redneck. Honestly, his music is not southern rock, it's redneck more than your typical southern rock and country. Coe and Dallas Moore made their annual pilgrimage to Coyote's Music and Dance Hall on Wednesday, June 18, 2003 to the typically packed house that included regulars, rednecks and good ole' boys and girls. Some of the regulars almost act as if it's a homecoming or reunion every time Coe returns to the club.
The head of this `reunion' has long been known for his tough renegade ways and his soulful and misery-drenched ballads. They say in order to be a good songwriter, you need to live the songs. Without a shadow of a doubt, this man has lived the songs that he has written: "Jack Daniels, If You Please," "You Never Even Called Me By My Name" and even the southern rock classics that are the staple party songs. However, I cannot understand why he performs the songs of his new friends, Kid Rock, Eminem and Pantera. I understand he might want to write songs for them but there times when it's necessary to recognize one's limitations.
Dallas Moore opened the show with the same fire that he always has. This performer really has the talent to take his genre to the next level, but he generates fear in most, if not all, Nashville record execs.. When New York thinks you're a hillbilly and Nashville's scared of you, then you are just going have to do it as Moore has: flipping them the bird and having the time of his life. Somehow, I think he is fine with that.