"Feldmann and the Get-Rites are masters of the no-excuses, no-holds-barred, folk-blues-roots Americana music."
- Dirty Linen Magazine, Colleen Moore, 2008
"Feldmann deserves all the publicity he can get: He's the real deal, a soulful original who uses country blues to get at his own personal demons, which lie somewhere between Gram Parsons' beautiful death angels and Uncle Tupelo's lurching workingman's blues."
- Blues Revue Magazine, Robert Fontenot, 2008
"Rich music mined from the depths of Americana. Feldmann’s probing lyrics and yearning growl will echo in your soul and lift you up."
- Ben Kieffer, Iowa Public Radio, 2008
"Feldmann has a terrific voice, somewhat reminiscent of Chris Smither, and it becomes quickly apparent on the opening brace of tracks ("Converted" and "Jesus") that he is a pretty mean fingerpicker too.
- Blues In Britain Magazine, Gordon Baxter, UK, 2007
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Imagine the Wild West wooden cabin on wheels, tin pot stovepipe poking through the roof, has just clanked into town hauled by a pair of dog-tired mules. The quack-cure caravan, preacher, sideshow musicians and dancing girls taking up the rear, has arrived to provide temporary distraction, merriment and promised remedies for every ailment under the sun. When the dust settles, Minneapolis, Minnesota’s travelin’ light trio, The Get-Rites emerge on a makeshift stage, snare drum and cymbal, guitar and double bass in hands. There are lost souls to be saved and there’s no rest for any until their work’s been done.
Carrying on in the raucous gospel twang tradition of The Louvin Brothers, Gram Parsons, and Uncle Tupelo, The Get-Rites (Tom Feldmann on guitar and vocals, Paul Liebenow on upright bass and drummer Jed Staack) present a fresh, inspirational batch of country-blues-tinged material that melds, molds, and mixes all of those various influences with their own inimitable flair for lyrical intelligence, musical complexity, and soulful experimentation.
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