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THE DEAD BROTHERS - Things are rarely what they seem
When the fog lifts and the winds shift, things are rarely what they seem.
Was it love or was it murder?
It’s hard to say in this light.
Is she fifteen or is she twenty?
Who knows past midnight?
The truth hides in deep and murky waters.
Which leads us to the question at hand:
Who are the Dead Brothers?
A surrealist chanson outfit, Penny arcade singers from Bismarck, North Dakota, carny attractions at PT Barnum’s or rejects from Hades?
Perhaps taking a closer look at their music will shed some light on this investigation.
Bluegrass clashes with Macedonian funeral marches, Jimmy Rodgers goes line dancing with Bauhaus and Swiss hillbilly folk music becomes the soundtrack to a hardboiled film noir.
Confused?
Good!
The Dead Brothers know a secret is far more seductive than the truth…and they never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
Which brings us to the present:
Legend has it that The Brothers recently gathered in a remote Swiss mountain village and fueled by wicked wine and strong spirits, cut a disk that merges the worlds of Richard Wagner, Dashiell Hammet and Georges Brassens.
It will not take long for the analysts to enter the scene and ask:
Is it Jazz?
Is it blues?
Is it avantgarde folk?
Or is it simply Rock ‘n’ Roll?
The answer is: YES!
It’s all of that, tightly wrapped into an exotic little package.
For the Dead Brothers nothing is sacred and everything is profane…or is nothing profane and everything sacred?
So one day when the good Lord sits down to a few glasses of Escorial after a hard day’s work and the light is just right you might see The Dead Brothers pulling their pump organ, upright bass, banjo, lap steel guitar and singing saw down the main drag of your home town and sitting down at a Mahogoni bar at the Marquis de Sade’s, holding up glasses of Escorial and toasting toward heaven before hitting the stage and seducing you into a world of love, pain and magic.
M.A. Littler, Frankfurt, january 2010 . . .
THE DEAD BROTHERS - Things are rarely what they seem
When the fog lifts and the winds shift, things are rarely what they seem.
Was it love or was it murder?
It’s hard to say in this light.
Is she fifteen or is she twenty?
Who knows past midnight?
The truth hides in deep and murky waters.
Which leads us to the question at hand:
Who are the Dead Brothers?
A surrealist chanson outfit, Penny arcade singers from Bismarck, North Dakota, carny attractions at PT Barnum’s or rejects from Hades?
Perhaps taking a closer look at their music will shed some light on this investigation.
Bluegrass clashes with Macedonian funeral marches, Jimmy Rodgers goes line dancing with Bauhaus and Swiss hillbilly folk music becomes the soundtrack to a hardboiled film noir.
Confused?
Good!
The Dead Brothers know a secret is far more seductive than the truth…and they never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
Which brings us to the present:
Legend has it that The Brothers recently gathered in a remote Swiss mountain village and fueled by wicked wine and strong spirits, cut a disk that merges the worlds of Richard Wagner, Dashiell Hammet and Georges Brassens.
It will not take long for the analysts to enter the scene and ask:
Is it Jazz?
Is it blues?
Is it avantgarde folk?
Or is it simply Rock ‘n’ Roll?
The answer is: YES!
It’s all of that, tightly wrapped into an exotic little package.
For the Dead Brothers nothing is sacred and everything is profane…or is nothing profane and everything sacred?
So one day when the good Lord sits down to a few glasses of Escorial after a hard day’s work and the light is just right you might see The Dead Brothers pulling their pump organ, upright bass, banjo, lap steel guitar and singing saw down the main drag of your home town and sitting down at a Mahogoni bar at the Marquis de Sade’s, holding up glasses of Escorial and toasting toward heaven before hitting the stage and seducing you into a world of love, pain and magic.
M.A. Littler, Frankfurt, january 2010 . . .
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