Showing posts with label Dead Confederate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dead Confederate. Show all posts

Monday, February 7, 2011

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #39 - Dead Confederate

Why I Decree it to Be So:

A couple years back I gave Athens, GA's Dead Confederate their own honorary day. After hearing their sophomore release, Sugar, that LET holiday still stands. Sugar feels distinctly different than the Spanish moss swampiness and shadowy haze of the most excellent debut Wrecking Ball, though it retains those dark complexities and the crushing heaviness that make Dead Confederate such an interesting rock band. Single "Run From the Gun" is a standout, with its deliberate sultry slowness and passionately calm and collected vocals. But my oh so favorite is the bad behavior ode of title track "Sugar," all come hither and full of that creeping, simmering slow burn that makes it a dynamite Dead Confederate song. And of course, that guitar is pretty epic, too. Who says second albums have to suck?

mp3: Run From The Gun (Dead Confederate from Sugar)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Ramble On #1: Walker Howle (Dead Confederate)

When I first met Walker Howle, Dead Confederate's imposingly tall and bountifully bearded axeman, I was told as a preface to have him tell me a story, since few people around can spin a yarn quite like Walker can. So ask for a story I did, of course, and so well-told and fantastic it was that I decided there was none better for this here new feature than Mr. Howle.

And now, without further ado, I hand it over to Walker.

TENDER HELL

The moon cast a glow that was pure hell....Man nor beast could come to terms with such a horrendous episode of visual interlude. Denny ripped not only his own arms off, but also the arms of the beautiful Miss Chaucey. They sat motionless in the horrible moonlight while the wild-eyed prairie hyenas drank from their shoulder holes....Meanwhile, on the other side of earth, Moyikami was getting married for the first time. It was an arranged marriage, and Moyikami felt quite lucky, seeing as how his wife to be was not only beautiful - but also a calm, thoughtful lady as well....Frank Stallone was the Monk that was to do the hitching....and Hitching He Did!.....Boy Howdy!

As an aside, if you're not already aware, the boys of Dead Confederate are currently touring their (amazing) new record, Sugar. They're here in DC Wednesday, so see y'all over at the Hotel for what promises to be a killer evening.

mp3: Run From The Gun (Dead Confederate from Sugar)