Fingerpistol, a ragtag group of musicians affectionately known as the “Kelly’s Heroes of Texas Country,” are a little bit older than your average bar band, but what they lack in youth and beauty they make up for in enthusiasm and gratitude—just like an ugly cheerleader or a stray dog. Musically speaking … is there room for improvement? Of course there is. Fingerpistol won’t blow you away with jaw-dropping guitar pyrotechnics, flashy drum solos, or complicated orchestral arrangements; they won’t set their instruments on fire, play guitar behind their backs, or do flying, acrobatic dives into teeming mosh pits (mosh pits?), but they will play some fun music, sing some nice harmonies, and keep your toes tapping. Sure, they’re probably not the next Rascal Flatts or Florida Georgia Line, but give them credit for sticking it out well beyond their expiration date; for continuing to navigate the treacherous gauntlet of the music business with a naive sense of adventure and optimism, and for being brave enough to be “never was” musicians who are old enough to be mistaken for has-beens. Maybe someday they’ll make a Grammy for that, but don’t hold your breath. Instead, jump on the Fingerpistol bandwagon. It’s a little crowded and a bit musty but there’s plenty of (beer)and you’re sure to have a good time.