Back in the '90s, when the gathering forces of insurgent country went after pop-happy Nashville with all the passion and potency their punk ancestors had set on the bloated corporate-rock beast a generation earlier, nobody was more insurgent than Robbie Fulks. Blessed with the righteous populist indignation of Woody Guthrie, the barbed lyrical acuity of Billy Bragg and an offbeat, almost absurdist sense of humor, the Chicago-based Fulks adequately summed up his feelings toward the country-music establishment with one song... More >>>