Produced by Andrew Adkins
Recorded at Electrahead Media - Nashville, TN

All instruments performed by Andrew Adkins
Music and Lyrics by Andrew Adkins
© 2022 Andrew R. Adkins/Whiskey Begonias (ASCAP)

A Revolver In The Field

Andrew Adkins doesn’t chase the spotlight—he bends it. Based in East Nashville, just across the river from the neon bustle of Broadway, Adkins has been quietly carving out one of the more intriguing catalogs in modern underground rock. A shapeshifter by design and a lifer by default, he’s the kind of artist whose work doesn’t just sound like something—it feels lived-in, dreamt-up, and a little haunted.

Before going solo, Adkins cut his teeth in a pair of promising, combustible bands. The first was Mellow Down Easy, a swampy blues-rock trio signed to Dualtone Records. The second—Lions for Real—was a gritty-stomp fever dream that burned bright, got picked up by Ryan Gosling’s boutique label, Werewolf Heart Records, and flamed out just as fast. Instead of chasing the next hype cycle, Adkins turned inward.

Since 2013, he’s released a string of solo albums that refuse to play by genre rules—blending dusty Americana with neo-psychedelia, cracked singer-songwriter confessionals with off-kilter rock & roll. His songs don’t so much follow a formula as they unspool like strange little films: vivid, unsettling, and beautiful in the weirdest places. His music has found its way into film and TV (Peacock, Lionsgate Films, Netflix, Hulu, Paramount+, CBS), yet he’s managed to sidestep the machine—remaining defiantly independent and idiosyncratic.

Adkins has shared bills with names like Sturgill Simpson, Lainey Wilson, Cage the Elephant, and Billy Joe Shaver, but don’t mistake him for a scene-hopper—he’s part of the same lineage. The strange ones. The uncompromising ones. The ones who never quite fit into the box but built their own corners of the map instead. Andrew Adkins is an artist obsessed with the craft, allergic to trends, and hell-bent on making music that hits the gut and the weird part of the brain. In a town obsessed with polish, he’s still chasing something raw.