Mitch Jacobs is old-school – way old-school. His music comes right out of the School of Cash with an East Texas dusting of Johnny Horton, heavy on the backbeat, twang and hardscrabble life. Call it what you want – roadhouse, honky-tonk, hillbilly, alt-country – all that matters is that it’s as real as the roots it draws from. Two-stepping is mandatory, and someone request “I’m An Alcoholic.”