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Heading into Fremont on Wednesday for my first show at the Tractor Tavern proved to be quite an adventure. Somehow I had made myself believe that the headliners that night were the Builders and the Butchers. However, once I stepped up to the door, I saw that they were listed second after Damion Suomi and the Minor Prophets and Murder By Death, neither of which I’d heard.

No matter, as the show was amazing even if the order wasn’t what I’d expected. The Tractor is a small venue, with old signs lining the walls and a row of cowboy boots hanging from the ceiling – exactly what you’d think when you hear the “Tractor Tavern.” I felt like someone was going to start clogging on the bar or walk in with a cowboy hat, but what I got was quite a rocking show with lots of beer slinging.

Damion Suomi and the Minor Prophets were up first, fitting more band members on this tiny stage than seemed possible, and they got the room moving more than any opener than I’ve seen in awhile. The upbeat rhythms and 2-step folk rock often didn’t match the dark lyrics, but it made for an interesting listen. I mean, we were dancing around to incredibly depressing lyrics, but on the schedule for the night, the Tractor had listed it as “gothic Americana rock.” Sounds pretty odd, right?

Odd, but great.

I strongly suggest you find their stuff on iTunes, and if you’re cheap, go take a listen on their MySpace. “Burn the Pain” is a particularly spectacular tune, on record and live. If I’d known the song before, I’d have surely been singing along like the crazy drunkards standing beside me. Another of my favourites was “Save Your Ass,” which included a pessimistic, but great philosophy of life – “Nobody’s gonna save your ass, except for you.” Seriously, watch out for these guys – they’re going places.

After the surprisingly good set, the tiny floor filled up quite a bit more for the Builders and the Butchers, the band I’d come to see.

Jumping right into a few songs off their new album Dead Reckoning, this show served as a release party, as front man Ryan Sollee proclaimed. So not only did we get a sneak preview of the album live, but copies were sold at the merch table.

Starting with “I Broke The Vein,” the energy in the Tractor Tavern went up exponentially, with PBRs spilling everywhere as the crowd danced along to the dark folk music Builders and the Butchers have so mastered.

It was just like I remembered from September. I will seriously say that Builders and the Butchers is one of the best live bands I’ve ever seen. Not all the songs were new, however, as the highlight of the set was probably “Golden and Green,” with an epic finale with both drummers frantically beating at the floor toms as Sollee belted out the chorus. It’s definitely not the level of rock that you’d expect from an acoustic guitar and a plugged in banjo, but everything about this band is unexpected and amazing. I’d even say that they outdid the headliners Murder by Death.

Okay, I think I’m done gushing now.

As they stepped off stage, the floor became even more crowded and the people became more inebriated. It was fitting, because Murder by Death has plenty of songs about Whiskey and other drinks of the like.

I’ll tell you, I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t know Murder by Death before this show, but it was pleasant surprise how good they were. It’s nothing like what you’d expect from a band called Murder by Death. Think of Johnny Cash and punk rock all mushed together, and that’s what you get.

I felt like I was in an Irish pub and Western all at one time. The lead singer Adam Turla had the most interesting deep voice, but not raspy at all. It was reminiscent of 60 years ago when jazz and country pervaded the music, and it was surprisingly sexy. And along with Turla’s deep and understated voice was Sarah Balliet on electric cello (yes, electric cello). That’s something you don’t see every day. But it was cool, very cool.

Since I didn’t know any of their music, the highlight of their set was when Turla took to the stage by himself and did a killer cover of Nancy Sinatra’s “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down).” I’m not kidding. It was awesome.

While the energy in the room wasn’t something I was used to, with all the drunk people that spilled their beer on my back and my camera bag, I enjoyed Murder by Death’s music a lot more than I thought I would.

Murder By Death lead vocalist, Adam Turla was nice enough to let PodWreck interview him. Tune in below to hear about his lone trip to the Tennessee Mountains and our typical Would You Rather’s.

In the middle you’ll hear “As Long As There Is Whiskey In The World,” a song off their newest album Good Morning, Magpie. You can also find a video on their website.

It’s only March, and this year just keeps getting better and better musically. The newest Murder by Death album, Good Morning, Magpie is debuting in early April, and is sure to top the charts as one of the best indie-folk albums of the year. Defying current musical stereotypes and redefining what true Americana and Folk really are, the newest addition to the MBD discography will be sure to keep you enthralled for quite some time.

Although it is not a concept album, Good Morning, Magpie instead captures the eternal struggle between light and dark, containing some of the darkest and brightest material that MBD has even produced. Mostly written in two weeks in the Appalachian Mountains by Adam Turla, MBD’s singer, guitarist, and songwriter, the lyrics themselves are powerful, haunting, intense, heartfelt, genuine, impactful, and incredibly passionate. They are though provoking but combined with the wonderful instrumentals, the journey through the darkness and into the light is a beautiful change from the average trendy sound that we have come to expect from most modern music.

With Turla’s vocals lacing themselves among a potent blend of strings, drums, keys, and bass, comes a new breed of American rock. All elements of their sound are more than ordinary, working together to create the uniquely amazing sound that is MBD. The cello adds an ambiance full of passion and power, the drums are almost DCI worthy for their superb marching sound, and the bass line crawls across your skin with it’s own growl of rumbling low tones, and accompanied by the Johnny Cash-esque sound of Turla’s own melodic voice.

The album opens with the mellow “Kentucky Bourbon” and continued on through the slightly addictive lyrics of “On the Dark Streets Below,” a personal favorite of mine. With the horn line addition, it sets off the track, giving it an almost swing feel à la Brian Setzer. The title track “Good Morning, Magpie” holds a few charms of its own before blending into “You Don’t Miss Twice.” Up next is the superbly unique “Foxglove,” the most catchy and instrumentally diverse track on the album, and the best track on the album in my opinion. Finishing off the album is “White Noise” and “Day” both masterpieces of this new and innovative genre and finishing off the album just as good as it started.

You can be sure that this is not another mass produced album that will sit amongst the shelves of your local chain record store, but instead a gem that will stand out for years to come. Be sure to pick up this album when it hits shelves on April 6th, and catch the band at a venue near you in the upcoming months during their current US tour. Grab some friends and a bottle of whiskey, and let this superb version of homegrown Americana Folk rock take you on a whole new unique journey through the battle between darkness and light.

Track Listing:
1. Kentucky Bourbon
2. As Long as There Is Whiskey in the World
3. On the Dark Streets Below
4. King of the Gutters, Prince of the Dogs
5. Piece by Piece
6. Good Morning, Magpie
7. You Don t Miss Twice
8. Yes
9. Foxglove
10. White Noise
11. The Day

Written by Annastasia Gallaher

Dear Internet,

Why must good things always come to an end and why is that when it rains it pours?

The same week that late night TV fans had to bid adieu to CoCo, Kansas City was bidding farewell to JoCo.

The Beaumont Club Saturday night was as packed with people as the line up for the final Josephine Collective show was as packed with bands. In what might be a Kansas City first, people actually showed up early to see all openers, which might have been in part to most of the openers being the new projects of Josephine members.

Though all information listed 5 p.m. for the show, the first band actually started at 4:45 p.m., so showing up at 5:10 meant I missed Holy Mountain, but based on the size of the crowd and hum of kind words about the act when I arrived, it seems like it would have been a great set. They’re local to KC, so I’m sure I’ll get another chance to review them.

The first act I did catch was amazing and set the bar high for the rest of the groups. I had no idea this sort of group-this sort of music-existed in Kansas City. The group seemed to have the recipe for awesomeness down. They had the basics: drums and guitar.  Then, they made it a little unusual by rounding the foursome out with a violinist and a cellist. But what really made them unique was what the drummer, Jared Bond did on the first song.

Jared already had me excited when he came out on stage because he is also the drummer for Josephine Collective and his group was the first of the offshoots that I was seeing. I guess he was inspired by the string players in his new group and he thought, ‘Hey, why not bow the drums.’ Can you imagine the shock of seeing someone whip at a bow to run along the cymbals? That’s something you don’t see every day.

The group’s sound, abetted by the Americana folk-style vocals and the driving riffs on the cello, was reminiscent of Murder by Death. They were all very skilled, but perhaps too much so — Chaski Zapata: loosen up. This isn’t a school orchestra concert. Granted, the group has only been together since fall 2009, so stage presence has room to grow, especially when the musical talent is already there.

The only real problem with this act is that they’re a little difficult to track down on the webs. At this show, all the promotional material billed them as Dolphin Lounge, but on stage it sounded like they kept introducing themselves as Root & Stem and then when I tried to track them online, they appeared to be known as Casa Real. I could understand being confusing and hiding if you are a shitty group, but these guys are good and I’m trying to shout about them from the mountaintops…well shout about them from the laptops at least. I’ve tried to contact them about their real name, so hopefully I’ll be able to update soon.

The indie pop trio Sailor Sequence followed the mystery band name group. I’ve talked about these guys before, but that show was colored by a drunken interference. It was kind of exciting to go from the folk rock into their cool piano melodies with crashing cymbals. They played five songs with each song better than the last. They’re like Explosions in the Sky meets Postal Service meets Twilight Sad.

They group glided through their five songs, taking just a few brief moments for singer Noffy to thank the crowd and sadly say that this would be the last in Kansas City, for awhile at least, while they adjust as some members move to Nashville. This group is fairly new to the scene, and already one of its greatest rising acts, so I’m sad to see them go. I look forward to seeing where the future brings them though.

The show was about midway through and it was time for two of the most anticipated openers. Ninety-Four and Black Oxygen. These two groups are the side projects of Josephine’s two lead singers, Alexander Sandate and Dillon Devoe, with Alex leading the Atlanta-based Ninety-Four and Dillon helming the Kansas City-based Black Oxygen.

Watching both groups, it was pretty obvious that the Josephine spirit would at least live on. Heck Ninety-Four practically looked like they were Josephine with six members swarming the stage. The same sort of energy and crazy intense rock was present in the acts. Ninety-Four leaned a little toward the harder metal with screaming more prevalent in the band’s first few numbers. Black Oxygen has been around for awhile, but they’ve gone through a minor rehaul since Dillon has joined. Regardless of their changes, I think they’ll still leave metal fans gasping for more. I felt Black Oxygen had a bit more consistency and control than Ninety-Four, but I think any Josephine fan will easily be pleased with what will come out of either band’s camp in the near future. At least the audience at this particular show seemed equally pleased with both bands and responded with appropriate fist pumps, moshing and claps to the beat.

After the taste of Josephine given by the side projects, the audience was geared and ready for JoCo, but while the singer’s got a rest before their final performance (and time to change their shirts), a final opener took to the stage: Kansas City’s popular alternative rock group Queen’s Club.

This is about the third or fourth time I’ve seen these guys and I just didn’t get it. To me they’re like the KC Nickelback if Nickelback added a dance beat to all their tunes. What I mean by this is that I just don’t get why the music is popular and yet it inexplicably is. The kids just ate that shit up. They danced, body surfed and I was in disbelief over the amount of fists pumping the air. Seriously? I want to like these guys. My friends say I should, but I just don’t get it and this is one club I won’t be joining.

I love getting more bang for my buck and at $5 a ticket, this show easily gave buyers their money’s worth, but all these bands later and I was getting extremely anxious for the headliners. When the full Josephine Collective (including Bond) finally came out, it was complete chaos, but in a good way. The band already has a bajillion members, but their close friends and the other bands surrounded the group as well serving as cheering sections. If you’ve ever had the privilege, it was like being at Girl Talk show minus the toilet paper and instead of electronic remixes, it was heavy rock tunes in the vain of The Used, Say Anything and Taking Back Sunday that got the bodies moving. Even during some of the band’s few slower numbers, moshing and crowd-surfing ran rampant.

Josephine Collective know how to throw a going away party. As they blasted through songs from their Living EP and We Are The Air, crowd-surfers ran rampant causing security to sweat, but Josephine to smile as Alex and Dillon hardly missed a beat as they dished out hugs and high-fives to the kids landing on stage.

One of the highlights of the set came early with the popular single, “Living.” When the guys sang, “It just stops,” the entire mass of bodies intensely moshing, surfing and singing froze before jumping back into the chorus as raucous as ever. Other great moments included an impromptu and jokingly sung tune about this being the band’s final shows that included mentionings of mustaches and other things. I also loved when one of the Sailor Sequence guys joined for a tune, and of course, I loved the colouration that the softer “Lye,” brought to the set.

“Josephine, Josephine, get back together,” Alex and Dillon quipped back and forth. But then they pointed at that much like an ex-girlfriend, you can get back together and, “Yeah, the sex is great, but then you start dating and you remember why you broke up.” Sad, but understandable.

We wanted the show to keep going, but with their entire catalog pretty much done, the boys had to let the final tune fly.

“Freebird.”

Yes, the group began to play “Freebird,” but sans special appearances of Will Ferrell and co. It was all in good fun before they began their final song of the evening and of their band’s lifetime: “Pray for Rain.”

January 23, 2010 – Josephine Collective reunited and ended it the way it should have ended. They will be missed, but with Dolphin Lounge/Casa Real/Root&Stem, Fire for Effect, Ninety-Four, Sensational News Commentary Groove and Black Oxygen, we can all still continue the JoCo love for years to come.

Photographer Lauren Goldberg captured Murder by Death Oct. 15, 2009 when they played at NYC’s Terminal 5.

Murder By Death: website | myspace | @ bottleneck | @ grog shop | @ mr small’s

I had no idea who Murder By Death was before their show at the Bottleneck on Saturday evening. I now pity myself because I’ve been missing out on years of Death’s musical awesomeness.

After grabbing a cold (as in partially icy) beer, I took a seat towards the back of the venue to listen to Cowboy Indian Bear‘s opening set. I wasn’t planning on reviewing them again because I recently saw them open for Peter Bjorn & John. After seeing their set a second time however, I felt it necessary to add a few comments about their music.

CBI’s sound is diverse. At times, the band layers light bells and tiny chimes over deep, new wave synths. CBI can quickly change gears, though, and produce songs that are influenced by old country or classic 60s spy tracks.

The second opener, Suzannah Johannes, used her water-like guitar strumming and vocals, mixed with a supporting keyboard and male vocals, to put on a quiet, ambient folk performance. Although her blues, speak sing voice flowed over her songs’ beautiful melodies effortlessly, the set didn’t hold the crowds’ attention. Johannes did mention that her drummer was absent that evening, so her performance may have been better received if the other musician was present.

When Murder By Death launched into their first song, “Ball & Chain,” Adam Turla‘s (vocals, guitar) flame shaped black guitar carried the band into a blazing Americana rock out.

When Turla sings, it’s like he’s biting the heck out of something. His words come out heavy, while teeth gnaw and distort the song’s dark, menacing lyrics. Atop his performance, his lean frame and stoic face, dressed with dark hair and thick sideburns make it obvious that Turla is a man who shouldn’t be messed with.

The four-piece’s loud sound was superb. Sarah Balliet‘s cello, mixed with Matt Armstrong‘s bass, Dagan Thogerson’s percussion, and Turla’s vocals created a haunting wall of sound.

The next song, “52′ Ford,” had a massive bass line that rumbled through the venue’s walls and concert goers’ heads (many folks without ear plugs began to cover their ears at this point). Balliet’s cello added a sweet yet gritty overtone to the tune, and her multi-colored dress jerked in each direction the musician moved her body.

Many of the songs Death played had a Gogol Bordello franticness, and the melodies and lyrics were quirky and dark, similar to Scott Weiland’s solo work.

Early in the set, Turla said whenever the band came to Lawrence, Kan., it was impossible for them to stay sober, no matter how hard they tried.

“There’s no escape.”

“It’s like you guys have a booze lazer,” Turla said.

Turla also said the band was supposed to be taking a night off (they’re currently touring with the Gaslight Anthem), but decided to headline in Lawrence per a friend’s demand.

“There’s no sleep for the wicked.”

After concluding “Fuego,” Murder By Death began to play “Steal Away.” The song was cool, and calm. The melody elicited thoughts of a small, smokey jazz hall filled with mirrors, and lit with lamps that gave off green hues.

Towards the middle of MBD’s set, the band began to down more drinks. I’m pretty sure they consumed most of the whisky at the Bottleneck that night.

Something I enjoyed about MBD’s performance was that Turla often gave a background to the songs the band performed. One was described as a “party song” about gypsies, and their “fuck all” attitude. Turla labeled another tune as the band’s “manic song,” which incited the crowd to whoop with joy. He then said he had no idea why such a depressing song could make everyone happy, but accepted the response and went on. Turla simply said another song was just about whisky.

After walking away from the stage, the band quickly returned for an encore. Turla said tonight was a rare occasion because Balliet wanted to tell everyone a story.

Balliet said after the band played a show a few evenings back, a girl approached her to tell her how much she loved it when Balliet played the bass (pronouncing bass like the fish).

“I smiled and said thank you.”

Turla then said the band would play two old songs. The last song of the evening, an instrumental piece, was the perfect way to end the awesome evening.

Set list:
Ball & Chain
52′ Ford
The Black Spot
The Organ Grinder ?
A Masters In Reverse Psychology
Fuego
Steal Away ?
Shiola
Three Men Hanging
I will call this the “Gypsy Song”
One More Notch
Brother
Another song Turla deemed as horridly depressing
That Crown Don’t Make You A Prince
The song Turla said was about whisky
Until Morale Improves The Beatings Will Continue
Knife Goes In, Guts Come Out
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I’m Afraid Of Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf
Instrumental

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