by Bernard Reed
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8:30 p.m. Stickyz. $10.
After touring with the Meat Puppets and Dinosaur Jr. (who it opened for the band last time it was in Little Rock), Dead Confederate ought to be ready to make it on its own.
Listeners still eat up Nirvana, of course, who always take the number one slot when the "sounds like" comparison is made for the Athens-based alt-rockers. Front man Hardy Morris doesn't quite hit the right level of Cobain melancholia, although his hair is stringy enough to play the part, and there's a uniquely un-Seattle drawl — both in Morris' vocals and in the steely, swerving notes of the guitar.
Maybe this country-grunge fusion is too safe or too neurotic a path to take, but in a world where the rock 'n' roll charts have been hijacked by the likes of Nickelback, Dead Confederate can take whatever path it wants.