Hidden somewhere in the south, there has got to be a rock and roll labratory complete with Les Paul’s on operating tables and Marshall half stacks spitting electricity. Well if there is such a place, I’d wager there’s a mad scientist screaming at the top of his lungs “It’s alive! Alive!” Because Virginia transplantee’s Throttlerod have created a monster. A gas fueled, southern fried monster. It’s name is “Hell and High Water” and it is coming for you.

It’s not surprising that the boys of Throttlerod created an album with a life of it’s own since they collectively haven’t had much of there own in the last few years. Formed in July of 1999 Whitehead and Co. split the first year between constant touring and recording their debut album “Eastbound And Down” for Underdogma Records which was released in 2000. In the time since then, a lot of things have happened, not all of them good. They relocated from South Carolina to Virginia, replaced a drummer, played the perpetual tour game (complete with broken down vans and week long stretches between showers) and in winter of 2002 they even found themselves in need of a new label which brought them to Small Stone just in time to make the cut for the sucking the 70’s compilation.

With lessons learned Throttlerod has matured as a band in time for their sophomore release. They’re tighter in the curves, heavier where it counts and they’ve really come together as a band with to addition of Kevin White on drums. “We slowed some things down a bit and the songs suddenly had whole new chemistries,”says Whitehead. “This album's a lot different than our first album. The songs (off “Eastbound and Down”) were a collection of songs that Bo (Leslie, guitarist) and I had done over the years, a collage of our history, whereas this album is much more focused and all from a single period in our lives.”

That said, “Hell and High Water” is ready to break it’s shackles and tear though the countryside (both in the U.S. and Europe) like the monster that it is. Terrorizing women and children with their souped up brand of Dixie -inspired, country fried rock. Look for Throttlerod in stores this fall and on the road for the next three years cause let’s face it... the road is their only home.