Al Scorch Circle Round the Signs Bloodshot Records
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Circle Round the Signs

LP is LIMITED EDITION 180 GRAM VINYL; includes digital download

Built on the sonic intersection of the Bad Livers’ lawless next-gen traditional country & bluegrass, and Black Flag’s burn-it-all-down revolt and breakneck tempos. High wire musicianship, debilitating despair, wild-eyed hope, and sharp-elbowed views of social (in)justice.

Full Description

“Stormy, husky, brawling, City of Big Shoulders.” – from “Chicago” by Carl Sandburg

Al Scorch grew up in Chicago, with its storied history of corrupt power at the top and righteous fighters and big dreamers at the bottom. From the town that gave the world characters like Studs Terkel, Upton Sinclair, and the anarchists in Bughouse Square, Scorch adds his voice to the choir with the enthusiasm and charisma of a Maxwell Street preacher. He eyes the prize of that ever-elusive promised land that’s worth scrapping for, wherever or whatever it may be. With a stentorian bullhorn of a voice, he exhorts, not with a holy book in his hand, but a banjo and guitar. He’s a messenger and a conduit, a believer that a soul-stirring song will march you forward.

Balanced on wedges of punk, old-time string band, American and European folk, and soulful balladry, Al is an entertainer, road warrior, storyteller, and one helluva musician. His second album and Bloodshot debut Circle Round the Signs is built on a sonic framework sharing an intersection with the Bad Livers’ lawless next-gen take on traditional country & bluegrass, and Black Flag’s burn-it-all-down revolt and breakneck tempos. From the train-hopping tale of “Pennsylvania Turnpike” - updating steel rails to concrete ribbons - to the shout-along, late-night lament of “Insomnia” (“I toss and I turn in my bed every night/ I'm sober but my mind’s as high as a kite”), the aural dexterity is thrilling.

Woody Guthrie’s “Slipknot” gets a complex, Western swing cum prog-grass treatment, led by the angular fiddling of Felipe Tobar, that would make acoustic thrash godfathers Split Lip Rayfield grin demonically. And “Want One” blazes down the dirt track with a Stanley Brothers fireball energy driven by Scorch’s clawhammer banjoing, and the it’s-safe-to-laugh-now adventure of meeting an intensely inebriated fan while busking across the country.

But Scorch is far more than lightning for lightning’s sake. Through 10 songs of high wire musicianship, debilitating despair, wild-eyed hope, and sharp-elbowed views of social (in)justice, he deftly maintains a balance of precise touch and texture, pop catchiness and frenetic intensity. That Minutemen inspired “jam econo” vibe embracing the freedom of art and community as long as you’re working hard and bringing your friends along for the ride?… Yeah, that’s here too.

He shows a keen ear for the Mekons’ trans-Atlantic roots and marries it to the Avett Brothers’ big stage sound on “Lost At Sea.” Likewise, there is depth in the song’s lyrics during the cliffhanging, real-life narrative of a best friend almost dying when the HMS Bounty sank in Hurricane Sandy: “When I heard of the wreck my heart left my chest/ tears came rolling down/ the same sun shone through the window/ I thought of a world without you around”

DIY show shakedowns parallel a down-and-out-on-Clout-Street message (“Every bossman is on another bossman’s take/ There ain't no free man except the one you make”) on the vaudeville-via-Eastern European klezmer door-kicker “Everybody Out.” With its bittersweet imagery and mournful harmonies, “Lonesome Low” goes beyond the blue grass and into the deep woods. While the elegiac french horn in “Poverty Draft” wouldn’t sound out of place if it was played in a WWI trench, nor would its message of the poor being the tools of war (“The fight for freedom pays more than minimum wage”).

A punk rock banjo-wielding John Prine or Billy Bragg, Al Scorch writes for the everyperson. Through his acrobatically poetic politics, hopeful tales of love lost (“Love After Death”), or cathartic takes on urban chaos (“City Lullaby”), he pens rowdy campfire stories, calls for action, and draws the epic from the ordinary. Celebrate, right a wrong, or find your path and go for it. It's heavy shit, but so is life. 

Short Description
  • Armed with a booming voice and lightning-fast clawhammer banjo skills, Scorch’s music is a smorgasbord of Americana from alt-country to zydeco. Lyrically, Scorch wears his devotion to the common people on his sleeve.

    — Utne Reader
  • This album is a real testament to how well Al Scorch crafts a song. At a time when a lot of artists seem to have very little to say, Scorch stands out as someone who can pack an entire album with meaningful and powerful lyrics.

  • Listeners should not be deterred if banjo doesn’t seem exciting, because you will walk away with so much more, as Scorch covers all the bases in a subtle and smart way. He nods to his influences without mimicking them, and will leave you at a loss for comparing him to anyone else.

    — Glide Magazine
  • Think O’Death meets Trampled By Turtles. Don’t know if that makes sense but I will guarantee this – if you like one or both of those acts; put this on your to-buy list.

    — HearYa.Com
  • A beautiful mix of string band, folk, bluegrass and grimy punk rock, all played out on banjo, guitar and fiddle.

    — Innocent Words
  • Though his music is an amalgam of bluegrass and country, Scorch’s attitude has been that of an energetic punk kid, something that his debut album perfectly captures--it is the type of album that gives people plenty to love, while simultaneously sounding distinctly Scorch.

    — Onion AV Club
  • Scorch’s unassuming appearance belies his role as one of today’s great distillers of folk and punk.

    — Austin Chronicle
  • Possesses blistering energy, smart and insightful lyrics drawing from traditional American string band music, European and American folk, including klezmer, and, of course, the aforementioned punk. If this all sounds great, I can tell you it truly is.

    — PopMatters
  • A sound influenced by old timey country and bluegrass but also raw driving punk. It sometimes sounds like a more bluegrass version of Neutral Milk Hotel.

    — Brooklyn Vegan

Track List

  1. Pennsylvania Turnpike
  2. Lost at Sea
  3. Everybody Out
  4. Insomnia
  5. Lonesome Low
  6. Want One
  7. City Lullaby
  8. Slipknot
  9. Poverty Draft
  10. Love After Death


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