Louisiana, Cold Hearted Women, The American Highway System, Paris, Daydreams, Lost Love, Andre Breton, Warm Hearted Women, The Moon, The Sun, The Evasion of Wage Slavery, Mexico, Spagetti Westerns, Buster Keaton, Dreams of Small Towns in the 1970's, Charley Bowers, Manual Typewriters, Dreams of Cities in the 1920's, Louis Jordan, The Harlem Hamfats, Stolen Pianos, Richard Brautigan, Paint, Rabbit Brown, Hat's and Accordions, Kiki de Montparnasse, The Washboard Rhythm Kings, Lissa Driscoll, The Sharp Cruel Fangs of Death on it's Constant Hunt, Swamp Pop Graveyards, Cypress Knees, Truckstop Diva's with Hurricane Eyes, Blue Tuesdays, Brassai, Gold Teeth, Lil Bob and the Lollipops, Simple Truths and Complex Lies
"There 's only one fozzle shnaz down the broken window frame
spilling dardembozzle up the morrow with nothing to see and nothing to
hear, just the long dark narrow spill of the hollow hell that is chimney road.
Steel guitars in the rain anchored to clouds driven mad with possibility
and the long night that was to, and is always yet to come.
Such is the magic of Kiki and the curse of the dreamer,
stuck half dead on a mountainside without the hope of dissillusioned lovers.
There's more than one way to skin a machine and the sun has shown me things
I cannot refute nor prove. When does it ever cease?? I used to travel down tourniquet hallways under February skies exploding in all directions like a flame gun with the force of gods colliding in love with blind abandon!!
Curbed by the fear of chains and the death of light I bowed to the rule and
began to rot in shame. Now I search for my legs with wet eyes, casting aside
all glue and broken dreams for a ravaging inferno screaming like a newborn
from the devil-less ocean and cascade all my dying fears into the burning city streets! "
The Ballad Of Lawless Soirez
Debut Album By Gill Landry
On Nettwerk Records
Take a pinch of the shuttered French Quarter, a dash of shack distilled brew, mix it with the alleyways of Les Halles, throw in equal measures of wrong side of the tracks bars and whisky driven night sweats. Fire it up with songs of loss, of dashed dreams, of devils in dresses and a twist of bitters. Shake it. Bottle it. And sell it out of an old battered cardboard suitcase. These are the ingredients of Gil Landry’s debut album. The songs veer from the rural to ruined streets, from the bottle to the graveyard, from a murder of ravens to hymns. These songs read like a book. A collection of stories, of narratives charting the restless wanderings of a itinerant musician. These are not songs about Main Street. These are way back. They are an alternative soundtrack to the American nightmare. Southern gothic meets Noir.
Years ago, Gill Landry began performing as a busker on the streets of New Orleans, a town that knows a thing or two about decadence. He took the name Frank Lemon and created the Kitchen Syncopators, inspired by the old country blues, jazz and songster music of the 20’s and 30’s he was hearing around New Orleans. More recently, he’s played banjo and steel guitar for the Old Crow Medicine Show, but the music he’s created for The Ballad Of Lawless Soirez has a steamy, almost sinister vibe all its own, a resonance at once timeless and timely, the lonely sound of solitary footsteps scuffing down a deserted midnight street. Landry’s gruff, weary vocals, sharp lyrics, indigo melodies and understated fretwork give every one of these sharply etched vignettes its own unique character.
The Ballad Of Lawless Soirez was recorded in Portland, Oregon with producer Nick Jaina, who brought in musicians from the local folk, indie, rock and classical music scene to add color and depth to Landry’s hallucinatory travelogues. The overall feel may be downbeat, but shards of dark sunshine strike the surface to set off exhilarating musical sparks. “Poor Boy” is a swampy folk blues, with twanging, feedback drenched electric guitars dancing arm-in-arm with a baleful whispering organ and primitive, mountain violin. Landry’s vocal has an understated power that makes the tune sound even more desolate. “Dixie” is a drinking song named for a famous New Orleans brew, a mournful dirge driven by minimal guitar, mandolin and violin. It doesn’t romanticize the feeling of the morning after. “I wrote this the day after Mardi Gras as a homage to the years I played music on Royal Street with my friends. Night time we’d find ourselves drinking Dixie outside some dive, standing in the puke, piss, horseshit and confetti that is the less glamorous side of the French Quarter, depending which side your looking at it from.” “The Ballad Of Lawless Soirez” bounces along to the blare of Mariachi horns and the preternatural sound of the musical saw. It’s a surreal excursion into the mind of an exhausted road warrior as tawdry and hopeful as a Saturday night in a border town. “Mexico” delivers an impressionistic, disjointed lyric with an asymmetrical rhythm, wailing clarinet and funereal guitar. “Coal Black Heaven” comes from Hell’s cocktail lounge, a ditty that celebrates the coming apocalypse with a thrilling jumble of confused images, the voice of one crying in the wilderness. A ghostly Fender Rhodes floats over a wash of twangy guitars and a mysterious viola while Landry prays for a salvation he doubts will come.
i LOVE, LOVE, LOVE piety and desire. it's my all time new favorite, (which is hard for me to say because i love everything from you.)
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for putting it on your page...but even more, thank you for writing it, performing it, feeling it, living it and mostly, being you. we love you.
Great seein' you at the Pres. Pub in Knoxville friday night. That place makes for a rough crowd when it comes to acoustic music. I'm sure Woody probably told about their sound system issues. You can't hardly hear anything from the entrance end of the bar. I love the new songs and I hope to see you again soon. Maybe I'll see you at the TN Theater sometime with Old Crow.
please ...what they said! i can't make the show either and I am broken hearted. please do more solo shows in the AL/TN area!!! haven't seen you since Yard Dog Road Show in Huntsville last fall...and I am needing a fix :) encore encore!
God dang it! I'm going to miss the show in Knoxville. I'll send some people out though...Why can't you just do a solo show in Nashville? Tell me. Why? Is it that awful? xRach
Great to know you will be at the Presevation Pub this friday. We will be there!!!!! I am from NOLA and saw you up here with the Yard Dogs Road Show, can't wait to jam again!!!!!!!!
