If you saw a pale faced, mustachioed twenty-something walking towards you in skinny jeans and holding a cup of frozen yogurt wearing a tee-shirt with the word “family” across the chest, you would be wise to find the irony in that word.  However, there is hardly any irony in The Baker Family, and that is part of what makes their music so fresh, so exciting, and so different from the legions of other families playing rock n’ roll. Going to one of their shows has the feel of a tent-revival.  You’re meant to drop uncontrollably onto the dance floor and shake it all night long. You’re meant to be included in the poly-rhythmic noise groove of The Baker’s songs.  This band takes family pretty seriously. 

They’re originally from Asheville, North Carolina, and they spent four years figuring out how to put the Sonic Youth in Johnny Cash.  The Baker's songs are humorous and personal, political and silly, and are smart enough to know that sometimes you have to sing something real.  Stu sings with the conviction of a teenager lying to his mother. Liz Baker's honeyed harmonies are sweeter than the Beach Boys in an ice cream parlour.  Nathan Ribner's 21st century basslines and Daryl's kitchen sink drumming will have you sweating to keep up or will give you neck cramps if you're the type that bobs your head instead of dances.

They settled in Austin two years ago and have found a home in the capitol of hip.  They have toured across America twice and are planning to go on tour again.  They have released two full length albums: Walk/Talk/Airport and Old Civilizations Put to the Sword. And two wonderful eps: When the Internet is Down and You’ve Got Arms, You’ve Got Legs.  When you hear them, you’ll soon find that this band is on point to capture that elusive “real” and you’ll be reaching for the volume dial wondering why your stereo doesn’t get any louder.