I had already pledged my fandom of the Punch Brothers and the Avett Brothers when I discovered the Felice Brothers. A third lineup of bandmate brethren was almost enough to make me not like them.

I had already pledged my fandom of the Punch Brothers and the Avett Brothers when I discovered the Felice Brothers. A third lineup of bandmate brethren was almost enough to make me not like them.

Then I heard their song "Frankie's Gun" and made room on my list of cool bands with surname names.

The Felice Brothers tinge Bob Dylan-sounding vocals with a folksy rust. The age-old combo of story lyrics and bluegrass rowdiness will make you want to grab a pint and sloppily sing along with your fellow bar goers/new best friends.

It's all wrapped nicely in intellectual-meets-hillbilly packaging (they recorded an album in a studio built from an abandoned chicken coop). Plus, there's an accordion, a washboard and a band member named Christmas who used to be a traveling dice player.

Yes, please.