DIAMONDS AND WHISKEY at Visulite Theatre on 01/31/2019




Visulite Theatre (16+ (Must have ID) - Under 16 with Parent Only)

Doors Open: 7:00 - Show Starts: 8:00

Tickets Still Available at Door


Where the swamps of Louisiana meet the hills of North Carolina, a new sound emerges.

Diamonds and Whiskey have their mail sent to Charlotte, North Carolina as they black snake moan all over the country, stomping and storming a sweet strong molasses of what they call their "Dark Country Voodoo." For them, it's tour, tour, tour!

Made up of Von Bury's finely chopped and grinding guitar riffs, and deliciously glazed and fired up by singer Jenny Webb's swamp-siren vocals, their pine and swagger is anchored and swung by drummer Christopher McKinney's beats and brushes.

Dark Country Voodoo is also the name of their debut, and its combination of barroom beauty and backwoods danger is a potent blend of the previous groups the front duo did time in: For Jenny, Henry River Honey, and for Von Bury, Lovesucker, Red All Over, and Chelsea Daggers.  Christopher was in The Coming Dawn, and Blue Static, among others. Charlotte duo Diamonds and Whiskey is introducing Dark Country Voodoo to the world.
For the album Dark Country Voodoo, they hooked up with Seattle music maven Graig Markel (the Animals at Night, Dead Ship Sailing), a multi-genre producer and engineer with incredibly spontaneous and creative instincts for covering sounds, especially roots music. Von Bury says, "He's world class, pays attention to all the details, literally fills in all the blanks. All the slide work and acoustic guitar work is Graig."

For further description of the Diamonds and Whiskey alchemy, Von Bury offers up handles "Classic alt-country, swampy New Orleans-rooted rock with an indie sensibility." "It's a true-blood kind of sound," Jenny says. They tap into the red, red blood of American music, touching base with everything intoxicating and heart-palpitating from The Zac Brown Band, The Black Angels, Allison Kraus, Tanya Tucker, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Darius Rucker, to Garth Brooks.


Start Time: 8:00

What do you do when the rock & roll Gods and odds stack up against you? When Time says the velvet ropes, limousines and magazine covers have passed you by,
or that rock & roll is only a young man’s passing digital fancy? Do you pack it in, pull up a bar stool and content yourself with re-living the glory days? 
Or do you hunker down, turn it up, and tell the Gods and Time to fuck the fuck off? 
The gentlemen in Temperance League choose the latter, and this beggar's dozen of lunch-bucket anthems is the night-in, night-out product of a band just nailing down its stride.
What matters here is experience: A rhythm section locked in, a song-serving guitar solo, a singer who spills his guts into every desperate ballad and transcendent rocker. 
Without aping the classics, but built from the same DNA, Temperance League’s sophomore slab reminds us that heart-felt rock & roll songs don’t care how old or famous you are – only that you mean it. 
—John Schacht