Adam’s House Cat: Town Burned Down

Drive-By Truckers have always been a political band, an enlightened stab at Southern rock and a socially aware take on country, but they haven’t always been the Drive-By Truckers. Before moving to Athens, Ga., frontmen Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley, along with drummer Chuck Tremblay, were making music in a then-sleepy Muscle Shoals, Ala., as Adam’s House Cat, named for the quirky southern colloquialism, “I wouldn’t know him from Adam’s house cat.”
It’s a miracle this album ever secured a release—one iteration of the record was destroyed in a tornado in 2011, and Tremblay nearly died in a heart attack in 2017. Despite all the odds, this almost 30-year-old record is making its long overdue debut, and Southern rock is better for it.
The band recorded an album in 1990, but after enduring a series of setbacks, they never got around to releasing it. Then in 2015, almost 20 years after Drive-By Truckers’ formation, producer David Barbe unearthed a box of long, lost Adam’s House Cat tapes from his Athens studio, where Hood re-recorded all the vocals earlier this year. Now, Town Burned Down, born of those original tapes and Hood’s revamped vocals, is finally seeing the light of day as a proper release on ATO Records.
Town Burned Down is a delightfully grimey portrait of wanting to get the hell out of somewhere. Equal parts heady and twangy, “country punk” seems the most fitting classification. When Hood and Cooley moved to Florence, Ala., in 1985, the music scene in neighboring Muscle Shoals was all but buried. The legendary studios, and a local scene, have since resurged, but the Muscle Shoals of the late 1980s was something of a musical wasteland. Hood and Cooley were young, isolated and frustrated. Small town life can be stifling, and Town Burned Down exemplifies a gasping for air. There’s a song literally called “Buttholeville,” which also appeared on Drive-By Truckers’ 1998 debut Gangstability, that’s so grossly disagreeable it could only have been written by a young, angsty person grappling with with his limited surroundings. “One day I’m gonna get out of Buttholeville,” Hood shouts. “Gonna reach right in/ Gonna grab the till.” Heavy guitar, thrashing drums and general dismay are a nod to punk, while the track’s deep-set echoes recall early R.E.M.