Mme. Richey counts among her inspirations the earth that is Gillian Welch, the passion that is Janis Joplin, the grit that is Mark Lanegan, the simple genius that is Townes van Zandt...life, love, heartache, desire, delicious strangers, unruly friends and all the in-between lovelies that bring songs in the middle of the blue moonlit night.
Mr. Arscott assembles his songs from a ragged and growing catalogue of picture postcards from both odd places and strange endeavours; return addresses include one Mr. George Jones, one Mr.Willie Nelson, one Mr. Tom Waits, one Carter Family and one Mr. Chester 'Wolf' Burnett, as well as the cities of Nashville and Detroit at large.
...Both agree that nothing good ever comes out of looking in the barn, except perhaps a song.
Sounds Like
Sunday morning lovesick hymnals to break your back and harmonies to mend it....with siren songs sweet and sultry as a Saturday night.
Reared in the dusky twilight of Michigan industry and baptized on its haunted shores, Bone Orchard Revival offers Sunday morning lovesick hymnals to break your back and harmonies to mend it, with siren songs sweet and sultry as a Saturday night.
At once angels' trumpets and devils' trombones, Jeni Lee Richey and Adam M. Arscott deliver olde-time country, gospel and blues-influenced songs steeped in love, loss, desire and delicious strangers. The two were bound by fate in early 2007, and the musical curiosities poured forth like yesterday's wine. Since then, they have been bringing the Revival to any town that will have them, from ornate concert halls to seedy watering holes and all places in between.
Bone Orchard Revival's sound is laden with high lonesome harmonies, ethereal melodies and an unyielding sense of reverence for the trails blazed by those who have hoisted this rag before them. The listener will swoon with that familiar glow as undertones and influences rear their heads, from the Carter Family to Gillian Welch, Townes van Zandt to Tom Waits, Janis Joplin to Willie Nelson, the strings of Nashville to the line workers of Detroit.
Their songs unfold like travelogues, revealing moonlit lovers, heads full with whiskey, ghost moons over sleeping cities, salvation for the sinner and those all too frequent evenings when you wind up using parking meters as walking sticks.
With music like the patent medicines of days past, Bone Orchard Revival may just be the cure for what ails your weary modern soul.
Thanks for having us out again! Sorry we had to split so early. Hope Jeni didn't freak out and start stabbing people because of the cramped stage (inside joke). If so, I'd like to see it on youtube.
