Mark's earthy voice and lyrics embody a sheen style not unlike Magnetic Fields, Ennio Morricone, Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave getting together to drink moose blood and play four-handed Texas Hold 'Em
Enough sass, sorrow, and spit to rattle anyone foolish enough to think that bluegrass is boring festival music for the Camper Van set.
Using the songs of the late Doug Sahm—the Cosmic Cowboy--the Rockets raise their own bad-ass freak flag and kick out the grooves
A fascination with early 70's classic country, and some gen-u-ine Nashville soul, but also delivers a quick sucker punch to the past through literate, biting songwriting.
The Blacks lay down a sound that will spook the timid, intrigue the willing, and arouse the troubled.
Makes touchstones out of Neil Young’s "Harvest" and the Stones’ "Dead Flowers" as easily as Tammy Wynette’s "Stand by Your Man," ranges freely from blistering rock to the lonesomeness of a weary troubadour.
Simple, sad, tear-jerkers with nods towards soul, country, pop and R+B, all sung with an end-of-the-bar growl and a weary tenacity.
Thirteen dusty gems flirting with the static-y ghosts of Motown, Tin Pan Alley, classic pop, and soul; dancing across the radio spectrum like a trail of mileposts in the rearview.