Album Review: Exile In Trashtown by Davey Crockett
Released in 2010, Exile In Trashtown is a gritty homage to the underbelly of rock music—a record that wears its influences on its sleeve while carving out its own niche. Hailing from the US and released under SinkHole Texas, Inc., this indie rock/goth rock/alternative rock hybrid doesn’t try too hard to impress but still manages to leave a mark. It’s raw, unpolished, and refreshingly real, like a smudged mirror reflecting late-night chaos.
The album kicks off with “Willie Walrus,” an oddly catchy tune that sticks with you long after it ends. Its driving rhythm—courtesy of drummer Jaime Nava—and Jonny Patrik's raspy vocals create a vibe somewhere between sarcastic storytelling and pure rebellion. The lyrics are absurd yet strangely relatable, painting a picture of someone stuck between self-destruction and dark humor. You can almost imagine hearing this track blasting through cracked car speakers at 3 AM.
Another standout is “Can’t Afford It.” This one hits differently because it feels brutally honest about scraping by in life. The guitar work by Patrik has this jagged edge to it, almost as if the instrument itself is struggling to keep up. Paired with Chris Ryan’s tight production (he also mixed the album), the song captures both frustration and resilience without getting preachy. If you’ve ever stared at your bank account wondering how you’ll make rent, this track will resonate more than you’d expect.
Credit goes to Michael Scarborough for the artwork, which perfectly matches the trashy-cool aesthetic of the album. And kudos to Chris Ryan again; his recording skills give the whole thing a live feel, like you’re sitting right there in the room with the band hashing it out.
What makes Exile In Trashtown memorable isn’t just its sound—it’s the attitude. It’s messy, imperfect, and sometimes downright weird, but that’s what makes it so damn human. Listening to it feels like flipping through old Polaroids of a wild night out—you don’t remember every detail, but the moments that stick are unforgettable.
Final thought? This album reminds me of something my buddy once said: “Sometimes falling apart sounds better than holding it together.” Weird flex, but true.
