Artist : Brian Grosz
Album : Bedlam Nights
Label : Exotic Recordings
Genre : Indie
Bitrate : 191 kbps avg
Source : CD (LP)
Playtime : 00:40:04 (58.2MB)
Rls date : 2007-05-19
Store date : 2007-06-26
[Track List]
1. Can't Let Me Go 2:59
2. Lady On The Low 3:31
3. Someone's Gonna Swing 5:00
4. Sick Of Your Shit 2:35
5. An Ephemeral Moment Of Clarity 0:29
6. King James Blues 3:36
7. Little Lady 3:15
8. Remember The Way 2:54
9. Roads 4:34
10.Won't You Be My Neighbor 2:11
11.Tell Me Why 5:40
12.Bonus Track 3:20
It's a voice you've heard before but probably didn't
realize it at the time... and even if you heard it then,
you wouldn't recognize it now.
For close to a decade, BRIAN GROSZ has put a smile on his
lips and a sparkle in his voice to record radio and
television voiceovers for fast food, nature documentaries,
german automobiles, central air-conditioning, latex
condoms and one of the nation's largest banks - a far cry
from the whiskey-soaked and smoke-ravaged wailing one
hears over his derelict songs of personal torment and
crippled romance.
Never one to dismiss his gemini duality, when Grosz hasn't
been performing with Brooklyn's blistering post-hardcore
trio, DOGS OF WINTER, he's been patiently work-shedding
softer and more introspective material over the last year
in his cramped Fort Greene apartment. The results of his
late night efforts have yielded a collection of work
that's beautifully bare and delicate, almost as if the
work might fall apart under the slightest modicum of
pressure - if it weren't about to rattle itself loose in
the first place; work that he's described as "bastard
children set free in an imperfect world."
Somewhere there is a crossroads at which the work of Tom
Waits, Mark Lanegan and Leonard Cohen meet; it's a
junction that Grosz has called home, welcoming weary
travelers with a click of his Zippo and a pull from his
bottle of rag-water.
These are songs about the imperfections of passion; murder
ballads and dark hallways filled with the lingering,
metallic scent of ill-fated liasons. Bastard children
indeed, but ones hell-bent to continue their path into the
twilight rather than scour the fleeting history of the
dawn.