MBD's most dynamic release to date. Sonically here, their signature sound – rootsy indie rock, cinematic gothic ballads, and rousing pub rock shout-alongs – mixes with enlivening new stylistic elements.
Recorded alongside "Single Mothers" as a double album, but as Justin began to sequence it, he felt each half needed to make its own statement and they took on their own identities.
38 songs from the Bloodshot catalog reemerge covered by friends and heroes of ours in oft-head-craning styles from gritty punk to back porch folk, dark bedroom new wave to straight up honky tonk, and lush power pop to new emo.
WM78s brand of tough and tight, loose and loud outlaw honky tonk is a breath of fresh motor oil, sweat and grease. They are in a bare-knuckle brawl for the soul of a cherished music form every night their boots hit the boards.
Andrew Bird covers Robbie Fulks's "I'll Trade You Money For Wine" (with Nora O'Connor) and Robbie Fulks returns the favor with a cover of Bird's 2001 song "Core and Rind" on the B-side. Limited edition 7" vinyl single.
Shaken is full of potent memories and emotional outpouring translated into warm but dark sonic textures---sort of a rootsy Frankenstein’s monster with essences of Broadcast, Portishead, Serge Gainesbourg, and Ennio Morricone felt throughout.
Reminiscent of early ‘50s blues & soul 45s but with an updated pop-inflected rootsy twist--equal parts Delta punk rock, jivin’ city blues and understated elegance.
The No-Hit Wonder is both a celebratory anthem of the world-weary, undefeated underdogs of the world, and a coming to terms with the cards life has dealt you.
This isn’t escapism; it’s an emotional survival guide; it's ten songs of reality checks, clever wordplay, and daring arrangements, the aural companion to that buddy who pulls up a bar stool next to yours to help soak away your sorrows.
Somewhere Else is the forlorn twilight of the next day, when that creeping nostalgia has you looking back for someone, something, or just... anything. Loveless travels into some parallel-universe, roots-born Exile In Guyville territory.
When you boil it all down in a simmering cauldron: sludge metal, the raw sucker punch of punk rock, profound truths of sentimental acoustic blues and country, the cleansing powers of gospel hymns and ballads, and folk tales from the early 20th century.
As hopeful as it is dark, modern as it is historical. City and country. MP3 and dusty 45. It’s autobiographical and all-embracing storytelling.
The album is rooted deeply in the interplay between Fulks and a brilliant cast of Appalachian-style slingers
A wealth of atomic-powered, sock it to me R&B and rock & roll hoodoo. Barrence, possessing otherworldly pipes that range from a low feral growl rumbling the nether regions to a scream that would make Little Richard blush, belts out originals and crate-diver covers.
Their self-titled debut full-length album is layered with as much grime as it is with pinpoint songwriting and feverish technical savvy. Each song wafts new dynamics into a streamlined stylistic roots, punk, and rock ‘n’ roll jet stream.