When two of these, what we like to call, "artist types" get around each other, just about anything can happen... Often times the result will be something like an offering of pungent feces, sometimes the very bowels of hell open up and engulf the pair quicker than a goat can get his teeth around a set of overalls, sometimes the masses will praise what ends up being a triumphant union of otherwise lonely, drifting souls, and sometimes they just marry each others sisters and make a record.

"Everything Joel Hamilton has ever done has been total hogwash..." Says Owen about his counterpart, "I can't say why exactly I've allowed myself to be in cahoots with such a musical nobody but I reckon I'm happy to be responsible for the potentiality of him being involved in making the only record he'll probably ever release that might be worth a dam. I mean I'd be lying if i said he hadn't written all the good songs so far for the record, but it's only from being in the same house as me most of every day, seepin in all that good energy."

"Owen's probably the only man I've ever met that could pluck a chicken in 2 minutes flat with a blindfold about his head..." recites Joel...."And he's wrote a song or two i might not mind hearin all the way through....but I ain't never seen a more lazy, dim-witted, barely talented, white trash grave robber play the guitar like he was born in the King family.....I guess i figured it was worth the sack of money he offered me to write some songs with him......we'll see i reckon"

Seeing these two live is like nothing else you've ever experienced. You might not be sure whether one of them is gonna put a fist right in between the others twitchin eyes or give an ambiguous pat on the ass and start the next song...but one thing is for sure, you'll hear some music that'll make your heart jump right outta your chest and slap you right in the face cryin tears of blood.

...and the truth is, the eight or so songs I was barely lucky enough to scrounge a listen off of these Cohorts were some of the craftiest pieces of downright raw, make-me-weep-while-im-stompin-my-feet, heartfelt vintage country I'd heard in a long time. The records not finished yet but if you're lucky enough to catch these two live then you can pick up an advance 3-song compact disc with some tracks from the record that'll have you lacin up your boots and huntin down the next Inlaws show.

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