I'm adoring the Balfa Brothers,* old-school Cajun music at it's best. I don't know much about them; I just know they deliver magnificent, doleful harmonies, wailing fiddles, and thumping rhythms** that make me shudder with plaintive delight. Raw*** and glorious.
* Thanks, Zack (our dear, displaced Cajun).
** Leave it to the Cajuns to take a reputedly simpy instrument like the triangle and make it completely bad-ass.
*** I love a lot of old American music. I dislike many contemporary reinterpretations of old American music. They so frequently comes out all soft and mellifluous. But it's precisely the gutbucket ka-chang ka-chang of the old stuff that makes it so great. Soft mellifluity be damned!