Fuck Yeah!

As I slip deeper into a beautiful musical morass of lonely people with antiquated instruments, The Owsley Brothers are keeping me rooted in a noisier musical world by continuing to excite me with their particular brand of straightforward, no frills blues ‘n’ roll. ‘Hot Mess’, the first track from their upcoming debut album Cobalt is apparently the work of a rejigged lineup from their previous singles and, whilst a little cleaned up – swapping the grimy window of production they used previously for a more intimate, dusty-front-porch-in-a-tornado approach – the sense of sheer abandon, a certain leather-jacketed, beer bottle smashing swagger, in their music is still present and most definitely correct. This is surely the kind of music to swear about – fucking loud, fucking cool and fucking excellent.

 

Tipping Point

My new microphone, so treasured when I bought it only weeks ago, appears to be falling apart, resulting in a show in which my sinuses manifest themselves in a way that simply isn’t true to life. That aside, I really liked this week’s episode and have recently discovered that Day Joy have been leapt upon by cool people with far more bloggy caché than this humble knob, which has both pleased and affirmed me. Dream-folk is 4 real.

 

Sunrise

This week’s show marked the 24th hour of The Folk Bloke. If I had been in any way prepared, I would have marked the situation with features, interviews, competitions and general reverie. As it was I just talked about how I had psychic powers and played some excellent music.

Father John Misty – Hollywood Forever Cemetry Sings