Long before there were Kings of Leon, Keys of Black or Whites of Jack in Music City there was a riddle spewing prophet of roots rock and roll. A bluesy blast of baritone bombast. Equally versed in two glorious worlds, Rock and Roll. He is a force on tour and a tour de force. He is the last of the Full Grown Men and Roots Rock Royalty.
Rock ’n’ roll, from Nashville. Formed from Mississippi mud, tinged with British mod. Bruised by the blues. Baptized by Buck and Chuck. Psychiatric psycho-rootsy. Sizzling, glistening, uneasy listening. As it has been for three decades, it is now and ever shall be. Webb Wilder.
Hardly a purist, Webb has described the music he makes as, “Rock for Roots fans and Roots for Rock fans.” Growing up in Hattiesburg, MS, he spent some years in Austin before setting his new home, Nashville, on its ear with his unique hybrid sound – was this music Country? Rock? Rockabilly? Blues? What it was was popular, and he found himself touring worldwide – and growing legions of his Loving Public. His critically acclaimed indie films made him a cult hero. His 10 CD’s have solidified his reputation as one of Roots Rock’s true voices. His engaging personality led him to become one of America’s first Satellite DJs on XM Radio.
Born more than 60 years ago in Hattiesburg, Webb Wilder is not mature. He is the last of the full-grown men, and the last of the boarding house people. He is a unique presence among the peasants. He is a force for good, and a friend to animals.
And he has just made an album of uncommon uncommonness, of unusual unusualness.
Mississippi Moderne. Again, pronounce it however you like. The main thing is to listen, and in your listening you shall hear a marvelous encapsulation of things right and righteous, wistful yet wild, strange at times but always strong. Garage rock and bluster blues. Fuzz-tone and fury, and, in many ways, a full and unbroken circle back to the days when Webb Wilder was a boy possessed of the mind of a full-grown man, listening to The Kinks and The Move, an Anglophile in Mississippi.
“It’s a journey, and one thing I’ve learned about myself is that I haven’t grown up,” Webb says. “The good news is, I’m a musician. The bad news is, I’m a musician.”
The journey has taken Wilder from the Magnolia State to Music City, with some hazily important, 1970s gestation time spent in Austin. Mississippi Moderne reflects stops along the way, and suggests future flights.
Inducted into the Mississippi Musicians Hall of Fame “The Home Office for American Music”
“Webb flat out rocks! They serve up potent Southern comfort.” -Rolling Stone Magazine
“With his obvious love of British rock and Southern roadhouse, Wilder could be a kind of Tom Petty for the trailer set.” – San Francisco Chronicle
“These days the term ‘roots rocker’ is almost meaningless, but Wilder’s blend of a rocker’s heart with a hillbilly’s soul is probably the best aural definition of it yet.” -Time Out Chicago