The most dramatic, pugnacious songwriter thrown down by the Americana scene, CHRIS KNIGHT's dozen-year song stockpile ranges from raw, raging rockers to gentle balladry: simple songs that carry the weight of the common man, inviting comparison to Steve Earle and John Prine with a bit of twangified Bruce Springsteen in the mix. An artist of fierce instinct and uncommon paradox, heʼs forged a reputation for stark and ofter-ferocious honesty that led to one writer to call his music "where Cormac McCarthy meets Copperhead Road." A former strip- mine inspector, Knight still lives near the tiny coal town of Slaughters, KY, (population 200+) where he was born and raised, yet due to his particular fame in the Lone Star State, has been named an "Honorary Texan" by Lone Star State Governor Rick Perry.
"This is the kind of guy who you would probably ask to open the top of that pickle jar that you can't twist off. Oh, he'd open it just fine. But then you might get "that look" as he sets it back down on the counter. You would never be able to claim that you helped him open it. That would be bad." ~ Music Fog