Damaged amateur recordings from then, now, far afield, around the corner, on the porch & under the pews. Penitent drones & the blues that gave them birth. Treasured bargain-bin Jesus hymns & equally fervent agnostic gospels.
Ballads & beatitudes, gallops & groans, the ecstatic & the unspeakable: the people's music
– of, for & by. Don't you dare call it a revival.
Ha! Of course it doesn't. Don't tell me you believed that, right? Besides, the parlours of the 1800s weren't as dainty as you might think, at least if their musical repertoire has anything to say about it. We'll hear tales of pining & pathos from those salons, plus a pair of selections each from a collection of mind-bogglingly British calypso & a compilation of innuendo-heavy blues paeans to barbecue. You gotta keep up! Still more: new heavy Zomes-provisations, & perhaps the real-est song Richard Youngs has ever put to pen. Yow.
Listen to the voice of the pork chop: meet me in St. Louis; come to me and rest.
