We've been remiss lately, and no excuses.
We did a nice interview with Davy Knowles a few weeks back, the kid has been flying high as the latest contender for blues/rock savior crown, now soiled and greasy from having been handed down through the hands of Beck, Clapton, Green, Gallagher et al. Unremarkably, he wishes people (like me, probably) would credit him for his songs, rather than his chops. But frankly, in case no one has told him yet, his chops are better.
DeVotchka keeps putting out soaring, redemption-heavy CD masterpieces, and their upcoming release 100 Lovers is likely to be regarded as one of their best, even if they have drifted fairly far afield from their Romani-campfire eastern euro roots into broad, sweeping, almost futuristic chamber rock. Nick Urata was hung over on Super Bowl Sunday, and our cell connection was just this side of miserable. But we managed a decent piece nonetheless.
Upcoming: Stanley Clarke (if his publicist ever stoops to replying to my email), Stockholm Syndrome and Dirty Dozen. Next three weeks busy.
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