Swear and Shake: Brother
Ya´ll remember Swear and Shake from Brooklyn, NY? We interviewed vocalist Kari Spieler a while back, check this.
The band is one of our all-time K7-favs: Folky heavy metal with boot-stompin oohs n’ aahs downed with a bitter twist of Deliverance.
You know why listening to this great tune, Brother from album Ain’t That Lovin’. Have a roaring weekend!
Brown Bird – Salt for Salt
When we interviewed The Low Anthem earlier this year, they mentioned Brown Bird as something to listen in on. We did.
Brown Bird is David Lamb and Morganeve Swain. From Rhode Island, like so many other of the greatest bands that we have met. Their music is, as they put it themselves, ”best listened to in a room of wood”. Could not agree more.
It is Americana, the way it was intended. It makes you stomp your feet, nod your head and just close your eyes and dream of the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Their forthcoming full-length will be released october 18 by Supply & Demand. If you like long beards, beautiful voices, banjo and sweet sweet music, you wanna pick that one up.
Listen to Fingers to the Bone…
Brown Bird – Fingers to the Bone by supplyanddemand
Review: Cocoon – Where The Oceans End
Cocoon – Where The Oceans End
Label: Co-op / Sober & Gentle
Release (SWE): 2011-03-21
They could have fooled me. This is french folk, with no taste of strong cigarettes or week old red wine.
The french duo consisting of Mark Daumail and Morgane Imbeaud create gloomy soundscapes and beautiful moods. Throughout the entire record, the stories are laid out, naked and intimate. This is music for those who love a good romance. This is like hooking up and breaking up, all at the same time. Emotions rolling on the carefully sung harmonies.
Comparing Cocoon with artists like Eliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens is easy, but still this is something else. The sound of a man and a woman.
In this genre, this is extraordinary, considering it is a thin line between to much, and not enough. Where The Oceans End makes you wish there was another album in the sleeve.
Close to a seven, the number six fits like a glove.
Waiting for more.
Rocky Votolato – The Brag and Cuss
Jag såg den sista Rockyfilmen häromdan. Med farsan i Spårhaga. Det kändes tryggt och lagom respektfullt till en filmserie som ändå betytt något.
Jag får samma känsla när jag lyssnar på Rocky Votolato. En trygg, skön känsla. Lite som att komma hem. Altcountry med munspel, finstämda texter om whisky och annan sprit.
Rocky Votolato föddes i Texas 1978, bor i Seattle och har spelat i flera grupper jag aldrig hört talas om. Han har gått från rockband till ensam folksångare och det är bara att applådera. I vissa stunder äger Rocky sin genre.
Jag tänker hänga med Rocky Votolato framöver, vart han än går. Han är helt enkelt jävligt bra på det han gör.
Betyg: Sex av sju K7´s.
Drick till: vadsomhelst på ett tåg, på väg bort