The Felice Brothers
Yellowbirds, Mail the Horse
Mon, December 31, 2012
Doors: 8:30 pm
Mercury Lounge
New York, NY
$40
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The Felice Brothers
God Bless You, Amigo is a collection of home recordings made in the spring of 2012. Due to a cloud of misfortune resembling in part the curse of Rocky Colavito, our home was nearly destroyed by a freak hurricane; our prized and seemingly immutable Winnebago was driven to the ground and mercy shot somewhere in Vermont (long may she stalk the golden highways of heaven); our singer and lead guitarist, Wall Street Panic Snopes, was hospitalized for an acute skin disorder in a foreign
hospital; and then in what seemed a perfect finale, all of our amps sizzled out and died during rehearsal upon his return.
This made us go insane with laughter and play our favorite song, “Gulf Of Mexico” – which is also a known aid in exorcism – for what seemed like hours. The old fiddle tune had a strange power over the band, but our management convinced us that releasing a four-hour instrumental was a little too reckless, even for us. After much deliberation we all agreed that we should play more songs along with “Gulf of Mexico.” We all spit in our hands and shook on it. This material consists of eight traditional folk songs and 12 original songs that we’ve always liked, but never had a chance to put on records. The proceeds from God Bless You, Amigo will go towards a new tour vehicle so that we can come and play your town, or enable us to go into a studio and record a new album (as we have a lot of new material), or to fix our amps. It’s only a $5 download, but you can give more if you are feeling philanthropic.
God bless you, Amigos – The Felice Brothers
hospital; and then in what seemed a perfect finale, all of our amps sizzled out and died during rehearsal upon his return.
This made us go insane with laughter and play our favorite song, “Gulf Of Mexico” – which is also a known aid in exorcism – for what seemed like hours. The old fiddle tune had a strange power over the band, but our management convinced us that releasing a four-hour instrumental was a little too reckless, even for us. After much deliberation we all agreed that we should play more songs along with “Gulf of Mexico.” We all spit in our hands and shook on it. This material consists of eight traditional folk songs and 12 original songs that we’ve always liked, but never had a chance to put on records. The proceeds from God Bless You, Amigo will go towards a new tour vehicle so that we can come and play your town, or enable us to go into a studio and record a new album (as we have a lot of new material), or to fix our amps. It’s only a $5 download, but you can give more if you are feeling philanthropic.
God bless you, Amigos – The Felice Brothers
Yellowbirds
Yellowbirds is the moniker for the latest musical exploits of Sam Cohen—guitarist/songwriter/vocalist in the psychedelic collective Apollo Sunshine. Cohen grew up in Houston, Texas, and while the Texas of his teens may have been home to Big Oil, Enron, the Bush family, and the drab grey Astros jerseys of the 90s, he prefers to think of it as the Texas of yore, home to: Roy Orbison, Buddy Holly, the Space Program, and rainbow orange Astros jerseys. It stands to reason, then, that his current home of New York City must be the mythical Empire City: Rocky Mountains of architecture, epicenter of modern art, home to Charles Mingus and The Velvet Underground.
It was with these timeless inspirations in mind that Sam Cohen created Yellowbirds' The Color. Double-speed auto-harp glissandos, glowing backwards pedal steel, bubbling echo and fuzz guitars coalesce into a warm wall of sound. As existential lyrical themes emerge, delivered over psyched-out aural landscapes, the picture emerges of a dust-blown, 4th dimensional Future West. This is Cohen's quixotic world where "only the purist tones can be heard."
It was with these timeless inspirations in mind that Sam Cohen created Yellowbirds' The Color. Double-speed auto-harp glissandos, glowing backwards pedal steel, bubbling echo and fuzz guitars coalesce into a warm wall of sound. As existential lyrical themes emerge, delivered over psyched-out aural landscapes, the picture emerges of a dust-blown, 4th dimensional Future West. This is Cohen's quixotic world where "only the purist tones can be heard."
Mail the Horse
Mail the Horse is grunge gospel/country rock music that comes from a basement in Brooklyn, NY. With inter-weaving melodies, a delicate balance of back-beat soul and freak out improvisation, and the ability to bring a song from subtle beginnings to understated rock n’ roll overdrive, Mail the Horse packs a punch of equal parts love and hate; companionship and betrayal. Their new 12” LP, Great Kills, plays like a collection of love songs to the failure of love, and while there is little love on this record there is plenty of proof that it exists. Sonically the band has one foot grounded in the tradition of master craftsmen like Bob and Bruce, but this is clearly a band that listens and understands that great rock music is always changing. Great Kills is sturdy, reliable rock and roll that still demands you to listen to better music than your parents did.
