Here are various links and articles about Honky

Small Stone Records (Honky’s current label) has several reviews of "Balls Out Inn" posted here.

This article is from Seattle Weekly during a recent west coast tour:

Pinkus Among Us
Honky’s not-so-weird revolution.
by Laura Cassidy

The first thing you see on the flyer for the Honky show at the Funhouse is what’s in parentheses: "(J.D. Pinkus of Butthole Surfers)."  "If people come to see a psychedelic show, they’re definitely going to leave having seen something different," says the parenthetical Pinkus of his new band.  While "the Butts," as he calls them, incorporated a 17-year-old Pinkus in 1985 on their way to patenting their acid-dipped Southern art-punk freak-out, Honky is straightforward rock and roll.
 "We’re not trying to be groundbreaking; this is the most timeless music there is," says Pinkus in an Austin drawl, adding that the band’s sound is "so basic it’s hard to explain." But let’s give it a shot: Put an old Molly Hatchet record on the spinner and put your Urban Cowboy tape in the VCR.  Turn up the record player, turn down the TV, and hit yourself about the head–hard–with an iron skillet.  To hear Pinkus tell it, Honky makes the ladies shake their butts, which in turn makes the men buy more beer. "A winning combination," he calls it. "When we have 300 people at our shows, they tend to drink like they’re 600."  Despite the acid-fried/Southern-fried distinction of the two very different bands, there are similarities, however thin.  On songs like "Your Bottom’s at the Top of My List," from House of Good Tires, Honky’s third full-length (a fourth will be out on local label Dead Teenager this spring), Pinkus and crew closely approximate the way the Butts lulled you in with a whispered folk song, then dragged you out through a sludgy jam on the other side.  Are the two bands different sides of the same coin?  That’s a bit of a stretch, but if it’s me–or one of the many longhaired unkempt acid diehards–who’s tossing, I’m going to bet on the Butts to land faceup.  "I have a band that’s a little bit more like the Butthole Surfers, too.  In fact, we’re probably more like the old Butts than the Butts were," Pinkus says of Areola 51, in which he is joined by guitarist Brett Bradford from Scratch Acid and drummer Max Brody from Ministry.  Dead Teenager’s putting that one out, too. Me and the longhairs can’t wait to hear it.

KNAC.com has a SXSW review of us on their web site...the meat of it is this:

From big names like Alice in Chains guitarist Jerry Cantrell to regional favorites like Honky, SXSW draws all genres of music to major venues, smaller clubs and backyard parties.  Something is going on 24/7, but it ain’t sleep and sobriety, baby....I hit the bricks to Room 710 where local rock maven Wendy Nelson booked a free daytime show featuring Honky and Dixie Witch, among others.  Belly-up to the bar were the guys from Supagroup and Alice in Chains guitarist Jerry Cantrell who just finished soundchecking across the street at Stubb’s where he would showcase later that evening.....Honky looked and played like the Satanic siblings of ZZ Top.  Bassist Jeff Pinkus is a crazy quilt of tattoos who used to play in the Butthole Surfers.  Guitarist Bobby Rock moonlights in Gahdzilla Motor Company and drummer Lance Farley handled the majority of Honky’s lead vocals.  In their own words, Honky plays "dirty white boy rock’n’roll," and as if to prove their point, they finished with a cover of Skynyrd’s "Simple Man" featuring Dixie Witch drummer, Trinidad, on the skins and Honky’s timekeeper on the mic.  The Supersuckers would’ve tipped their hats.  Pinkus gets extra points for his Flying-V bass.

Here’s what LA Weekly had to say about our early March, 2001 show at Spaceland in L.A.

(Tue March 6th)
Honky at Spaceland
Are rock & rollers an endangered species?  At times it seems the burgeoning mix-master DJ culture is poised to absorb, like a great, sucking black hole, the entire context for rabble-rousing, heavy-rock lowlifes, but the arrival of Honky comes as a welcome slap in the face of canned music and its robotic consumers.  This messed-up, tore-down Texas trio churns out a marvelously basic, dirty, stoner-rock grind, all industrial-strength riffs and delightfully sleaze-slanted lyrics.  Anchored by ex–Butthole Surfer Jeff Pinkus’ ragged, rumbling bass lines, Honky’s stomping debut House of Good Tires (Hall of Records) is an aggressive blast of cro-mag simple, Angus Young–inspired din.  Featuring songs like "Your Bottom’s at the Top of My List" and "Don’t Shoot Baby, I Love You," Honky’s dog-eared, dopey brand of rock atmospherics is a propitious reminder of how forceful a simple dose of regressive, scabby rock & roll can be.  (Jonny Whiteside)

Check out what happened in H-wood after that article!


Our ol’ buddy Raoul reviewed a 2000 show with Fu Manchu--read about it here.


The Austin Chronicle ran a feature story in 2000 on us.  Check it out right here!


This is from the March, 1999 issue of Playboy magazine!!






This is a review of the first album in Racer X magazine....



You can also read some humorous stuff about a 1998 show here.


And, not forgetting the infamous interview for a rockclimbing magazine done by J D and Lance in 1998 when you click here.