The alternative country-rock unit Slobberbone comprised singer/guitarist Brent Best, lead guitarist Jess Barr, bassist Brian Lane and drummer Tony Harper. Formed in Denton, Texas in early 1992, the group originally approached their music with the same seriousness with which they chose their name (a refernce to a dog's chew toy, incidentally), gigging in the pursuit of free beer and little else; their first live show, in fact, was even held at an area liquor store. However, in 1995 Slobberbone self-released an LP titled Crow Pot Pie which caught the attention of Doolittle Records founder Jeff Cole, who quickly signed the band; in 1997 they issued their sophomore effort, Barrel Chested. Everything You Thought Was Right Was Wrong Today        ~ Jason Ankeny, All Music Guide

Singer/songwriter/guitarist Brent Best reminisces: "I thought it was funny when we first named the band. I was sitting on the back lawn with Lee, our old bass player, and the dog was playing with this big ol' bone, and we always called them slobberbones as kids. So I said, 'That’s a nasty-ass slobberbone,' and Lee said, 'That's it!' At the time, it seemed like an innocuous name." So there it is, a casual decision that only has broader implications when people start to care about what you do.

Slippage, Slobberbone’s 4th album, was recorded by legendary producer Don Smith (Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Rolling Stones), whose experienced hand enabled the band to dig deep into their sound. Slippage is packed with great rock ‘n’ roll songs, from the flippant kiss-off of “Springfield, IL.” to the bloodstained triptych of “Butchers” to the hopeful yearning of “Back”, where a wayward friend longs to right his wrongs in the life he left behind. There are no extraneous bells and whistles here, just dead-on observations from the dark side of the human condition sung with the conviction of someone who’s lived it; guitars that push, pull, snarl and wail with desperate and joyful abandon, and underneath it all, the warmth and soul of a natural born rock band living and dying for every note.

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