‘Sounds like: Bottled Misery’ says the band’s Myspace page. This self-description and that list of contributors and collaborators hint at the world-weary, wide-screen and whisky-soaked sounds of Deer Park. But they don’t reveal the variety, depth or the quality of music on offer. Even within the first three songs, Deer Park moves with ease from the confessional misery-blues of ‘Decanonised Saints’ (think Conor Oberst) to the tense punkish roots-rock 'n' roll of ‘Just Because We’re Running’ (think The Hold Steady).
The well-worn Americana genre is respected (if not revered) but given an injection of feisty Irish swagger or a literate, melancholic dose of Catholic guilt and despair. Or sometimes both in the same song – see ‘Your Future Is All Used Up’. In a sprightly but deeply satisfying 32 minutes, these ten songs touch on saints, J Edgar Hoover, Spanish movies, Elmore Leonard novels, escape, loss and redemption, fitting in along the way a last-drink-of-the evening bar-room duet with Randi Russo (‘My Drunkard, My Navigator’) and closing with the final cathartic intensity of ‘Nails’. Highly, highly recommended.
Attention London folk: Deer Park are playing two support slots at the Luminaire this month: Thursday 28th January with Malcolm Holcombe [BUY TICKETS] and Friday 29 January with Will Hoge [BUY TICKETS].
JUST BECAUSE WE'RE RUNNING
DECANONISED SAINTS
Deer Park
Deer Park [BUY]
JUST BECAUSE WE'RE RUNNING
DECANONISED SAINTS
Deer Park
Deer Park [BUY]
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