The aura of this East Village bar and live music venue is decidedly hillbilly kitsch, though it remains a mystery as to whether the owners are actually conscious of that fact. There are concrete floors, yellow and green walls and a coat rack made from a dead deer. Yee-haw! On weekends, up-and-coming bands perform on a small corner stage. The music is usually suitably raw and ragged, with styles leaning heavily toward liquored-up country and blues. The jukebox is gruff in a lowdown bluesy sort of way, shuffling through Howlin' Wolf, Jerry Lee Lewis and MC5 while paying no mind to their differences. If it's rough and tumble (or at least drunk and despondent), it will be welcome here.