This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.
This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.
This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.
This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.
This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.
This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.
This is Songdog's fourth album, and, in my opinion, their best yet. The trio are a folk noir band whose talent has somehow not been noticed by many but perhaps their time has come with this superb record, which is dark, poignant, sexy, beautiful and very different.
The lyrics are at times crude and often disturbingly bleak, but always profoundly literate and interspersed with the wry and bitter witticims of ex-playwright and frontman Lyndon Morgans. Many of the songs have spiritual undertones and the whole album has a transcendent feel with glorious, delicate melodies, where the acoustic, folky arrangements are often made lush by piano, accordion and strings.