Diehard fans of rugged windswept vistas, gentle weeping amongst friends, and the cackles of distant coyotes: you all might find some comfort in knowing Nick Shoulders exists. Wielding a high blue yodel and shrill whistle crafted by a lifetime spent chasing lizards through the Ozark hills, Nick combines his family's gospel and birdcall pedigree with a decade singing to crowded street corners and empty bars to create the Okay Crawdad: ethereal honky tonk tunes born of some dark holler and bred to be sweated out and stomped into New Orleans dance floors. Party music for people who collect dust and cut rugs, be sure to catch Nick Shoulders and his dear Okay Crawdad below sea level sometime.