Elysian Fields New York
Jennifer Charles and Oren Bloedow are the writers who make up the critically acclaimed New York band. Cult status, cosmic appeal, since 1995
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Introducing... Parthenope
by Parthenope
supported by 7 fans who also own “We'll Get There Yet”
A Jennifer Charles side project! Of course it’s fantastic. My Elysian Fields dreams have been unexpectedly fulfilled.
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The Helm of Sorrow
by Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou
supported by 5 fans who also own “We'll Get There Yet”
This is wonderful. Great how you combine this music, integrated her voice. What an outstanding cooperation. Keep it up! I'll sure be looking ;)
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May Our Chambers Be Full
by Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou
supported by 5 fans who also own “We'll Get There Yet”
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately.
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The Convincer (20th Anniversary Edition)
by Nick Lowe
Released in 2001, “The Convincer” is a gentle gem in the Nick Lowe catalog; an anniversary edition provides opportunity for rediscovery.
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The Rhythm of the City
by John Paul Keith
Classic roots rock with Memphis grit and swagger from singer-songwriter John Paul Keith, on Wild Honey Records.
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Lowdown Ways
by DADDY LONG LEGS
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals.
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EG2: Dowsing Voice
by Emma Ruth Rundle
supported by 4 fans who also own “We'll Get There Yet”
Reached the shores of an unknown eerie land, engulfed in swarms of doom, returned to a liquid state, drowning, yet still alive. Imprisoned my soul into a rusty copper chest at the bottom of the deep. Wish I could return to the surface and hang myself from a branch of the tree that I still see with roaming eyes, invisible to the common folks. The soul is called and answers. The soul wants to scream but no sound comes out. The soul contemplates its own imprisonment.
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