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download presskit The album conjures up a set of haunted, western-rich folk with hints of Latin rhythms and Tom Waits-style cabaret. gritty, rootsy, adventurous a chilled-out collection of rustic semi-pop...[those] with a penchant for channeling gothic Americana in song will feel right at home superb in its lugubrious sadness James Apollo's songs are Americana in the truest sense: drenched in Civil War ghosts, "Steinbeckian landscapes" and the kind of loneliness known only to someone who grew up in Libertyville, Arkansas. A high plains drifter on the dark side of tumbleweed roots rock It's dusty tumbleweed Americana that you're sure to enjoy. Brilliant! Led by visions of crows, mercenaries, and the Alamo, Apollo works a back porch vibe that's full of crooked atmosphere. I love American music. You get imitators, you get disciples and devotees, but you don't get originators of this kind anywhere else but backcountry U.S. of A. It's a great album, simple. This album came from the bottom of a whiskey glass in a smoky bar, from staring at dusty shoes at the end of yet another gig, from travelling and touring relentlessly across America's great plains... This is your man. Brilliant alt-country-grass. Songs of incredible depth & personality, excellent lyrics, moody passages & hootenanny dirges. his husky, smoky voice would be enough to cast this pall on its own, Apollo and friends temper the oncoming night with an array of organs, vibes, and nylon guitars. a dusty, border town saloon-like atmosphere. James Apollo sounds like he smokes a carton of Marlboro Reds everyday and implements a relaxed instrumentation that resembles the lazy river feel of Tom Waits...the whole album is a great change of pace from your typical pop/rock genre. back and forth from caressing croons to moments of intense frenzy It makes the hairs on my arms stand up and tango A rootsy concoction of sweet pop and lonesome highway blues that anyone with a bruised soul can identify with James is an old school troubadour that relishes hard-luck experiences to inspire his western-folk stylings. Somewhere between Black Heart Procession and Tom Waits...often soft and reserved, but Mr.Apollo can also erupt unsuspectingly like some emotional volcano. "Good Grief" isn't exactly folk-rock, but it's close. Or maybe it's country-rock. It sounds a little southern, but more Faulkner than Lynyrd Skynryd Layered, nuanced, and smooth a breathtaking combination of lovelorn indie gems The pure songs exhale a sultry country noir You can almost see the tumbleweed and smell the stale bourbon. born and dragged up in a one-horse frontier town. A lyrical tour de force. Apollo laces his take on Southwestern sounds with hints of cabaret, spaghetti westerns, and swells of guitar noise, resulting in an eclectic yet cohesive album. There is a grandness and a sense of open horizons One of those albums that just arrives out of seeming Nowheresville and blows your socks off. smart, down-tempo, blues infused brand of Americana A renegade Everley brother with a taste for Mexicana, taking histrionic kicks at a catskin tambourine. A rootsier rock that tells of broken hearts and despair. James's music quenches the thirst for straight up roots and blues. Playing the wizened troubadour, he dispenses lessons like "Dead Men Weigh More" ("than broken hearts") Tr filo spinato e sogni Apollo il vagabondo del rock made in Usa Nyju plotuna vann eg med hljmsveitinni minni begar vid vorum f tonleikaferdalagi urn Bandarikin Tripped-down, raw and ghostly A monumental effort. Discs like this one can only be received with the open hands. sad and solitary music, yes, but that's what makes it good! a strong offering...he’ll be around for some time to come. the power of punk and spontaneity of the old rock n roll that produced Buddy Holly's glasses and Nancy Sinatra's sexual spunk. The perfect companion to those lonely Humboldt nights spent staring out a rain soaked window while remembering ghosts of the past. James Apollo ci scherza sopra: tre dischi in tre anni sono un bel bottino, il problema è che la popolarità di questo songwriter originario dell'Arkansas è tutt'altro che elevata. Apollo pretty much writes folk songs in the metaphorical-confessional mode, and I just can't find it in myself to hold it against him. Eddie Cochran on Acid. A daring--and distinctive- bow. unrequited love, random barroom hookups and the lonesome traveler get fresh attention with an amazing balance of sarcasm and tenderness. |
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