About charlieshooter Out in South Central Arizona, where the sun is hotter than a stripper's ass (and that's on a WINTER'S day), country rockers Charlie Shooter came together when singer Rob Kistler nearly killed Butch Hansen Orf when, after several Jack and Cokes, Rob nearly backed over a passed out Butch - who was "catching a few winks" in the gravel parking lot of the Southwestern honky tonk where Rob was drinkin' - in his jacked up '78 Chevy Scottsdale. Words were exchanged -- most of the words beginning with the letter 'F' -- before Rob concluded the festivities by braining Butch with an exhaust pipe off of a '74 Harley FLH that had been rattling around in the bed of Rob's truck. When Butch woke up, the two dudes celebrated the fact that Butch wasn't dead and that Rob wasn't looking at a stretch of serious prison time by headin back into the bar for some more whiskey. When Rob belted out Black Oak Arkansas' "Uncle Elijah" along with the juke box, Butch mentioned that he himself played a pretty mean guitar -- a hell of a lot better than the Black Oak Arkansas dude on the juke -- and a band was born. Named after Butch's grand-uncle, who was a southern Illinois/Missouri bank robber and crack pistol shot back in the days of John Dillinger, Charlie Shooter quickly recruited the rhythm section of DeWard Cooley (drums) and Clovis D. 'Danny' Herval (bass), who were playing in a country rock band called Mesquite Smoke (who mostly played desert cookouts and barbecue joints), to round out the band. Charlie Shooter's self-titled debut record, released in early January 2006, has already received glowing reviews from the Arizona press for it's mixture of twang and crunch, and when not racing their 4 wheel drive trucks in the Indian Reservation deserts outside of Phoenix, Arizona, Charlie Shooter can be found cranking up some badass country rock tunes on Arizona stages. Come out to a show -- we'll rock your ass off. Phoenix New Times Charlie Shooter's juxtaposition of feisty guitars with Kistler's laid-back, slightly nasally, drawling delivery is an ideal fit for country rock like this. The players get swinging on 'Bumble,' with Borick's banjo plucking driving the song; 'Shady Lady' kicks it Southern-rock style, sounding almost grungy in a Skynyrd sort of way; 'Far Away' is a subdued, tear-in-my-beer affair. Brendan Joel Kelley.