The Poor Little Fools were Atlanta swing/rockabilly/'50s rock trio with upright bass, nice suits and authentic-sounding songs.
1.Big love train 2.Ronnie and Tina 3.Three lefts do 4.No Noel 5.Pale imitation of love 6.Donna goes to Tijuana 7.Forget about it all 8.Love's last stand 9.Dean Martin (gets chicks) 10.Say what I mean 11.Lonesome Cadillac 12.Honey, do you think I'm a fool? 13.Five women
"An intoxicating set of retro-rock originals" (Atlanta Journal-Constitution) "Great stuff! From swingin'to laid-back to hot-rockin'!" (Blue Suede News) "The shiny missing link between Rockabilly and Swing!" (Creative Loafing)
Poor Little Fools
"Rockin' Rollin' Honky Tonkin' Swing-a-Billy" exclaims the cover, and Poor Little Fools deliver. For that noticeable portion of people who go out these days, turning an eye away from the incoming millennium and instead swinging the night away, this is the ticket for home practice. Poor Little Fools are top-notch and have a good notion of when to mess with the genre and when to leave it alone. They also have a fine sense of humor. Swing purists might be offended ("hey, that's my grandpa's music you're messin' with!"), but I really appreciate the more interesting moments, like the near-surf instrumental of "Donna Goes to Tijuana" and the cool menace of "Dean Martin (Gets Chicks!)." Lips Fresno
If you like Eddie Cochran/Brian Setzer-style guitar swing -- and who really doesn't? -- the Poor Little Fools rule, cat, rule. There's a lot of stuff calling itself rockabilly these days, but too much of it just tries too hard. Years ago, the Flat Duo Jets made every ironic in-joke that could possibly be made about the genre, and the Stray Cats did the same schtick, only with more grease in their hair. The only thing left to do is to actually play the stuff, and that's why Atlanta's Poor Little Fools are worth hearing. Dave Olsen's outstanding guitar work has that perfect hollow Texas ring, a la Buddy Holly & Bill Haley. The backbeats rock. The vocals are soft, simple and heartfelt (not just some Gen-X kid trying like hell for a white trash chic that doesn't really exist).