oh, i thought of another way to describe their sound. it's perfect music for a goth BBQ.
the lead singer's voice is a diary entry that embarrasses you to read, yet you frame it in a public place as permanent constant proof that life is capable of producing such a sublime slip of grim crackle.
photo courtesy of Maryanne Ventriceall of their songs ended in wild rusty forgotten roadhouse stage cavorting, and the main guy asked if anyone had a place for five people to sleep that night in D.C. because they didn't know anybody and had never been here before. i trust they got more than a few invites after their set.
oh. also there was a ukulele onboard; othar the tooth collector is on bass; and there's a guy in charge of whooping.
photo courtesy of Maryanne Ventrice
the music critic makes you roll your eyes affectionately in solidarity...
Brooklyn's O'Death shares some commonalities with a shootout that winds up leaving a saloon worse for wear and without a single glass capable of holding any liquid. The band is like the cry of a cougar and the sharp, invigorating pain that would be produced as a glass was smashed into your forehead.
~Daytrotter.com
P.S. they were opening for the also-lovely Murder By Death (with a cello, hey hey hey!)
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Looks fun!
Gothic/country/punk sounds awesome. I didn't believe the gothic part until I saw the second picture.
And the quote pretty much reinforces my believe in this quote :
"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture - it's a really stupid thing to want to do."
--Elvis Costello, in an interview by Timothy White entitled "A Man out of Time Beats the Clock." Musician magazine No. 60 (October 1983), p. 52.
believe is the new belief!
i have bhangra-ed about studio apartments before, but not once regretted it.
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