Brian Grosz | Bedlam Nights

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Bedlam Nights

by Brian Grosz

Crippled lullabies, snarling stomp-blues, murder-suicide ballads and endlessly dark hallways filled with the lingering, metallic scent of ill-fated liasons.
Genre: Folk: Folk Blues
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1. Can't Let Me Go
2:59 album only
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2. Lady on the Low
3:31 album only
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3. Someone's Gonna Swing
5:00 album only
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4. Sick of Your Shit
2:35 album only
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5. An Ephemeral Moment of Clarity
0:29 album only
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6. King James Blues
3:36 album only
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7. Little Lady
3:15 album only
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8. Remember the Way
2:54 album only
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9. Roads
4:34 album only
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10. Won't You Be My Neighbor
2:11 album only
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11. Tell Me Why
5:40 album only
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12. Cocaine & Chardonnay (bonus track)
3:20 album only

ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
"Tom Waits + Nine Inch Nails + a BAD attitude = one cool ass, mutha f*cking CD!"
--Dee Snider

"Welcome to the dark side of the singer/songwriter mantra... The long awaited doom laden tunesmith approach that harkens the mysterious & haunting mood driven atmosphere... Any way you look at it, Brian Grosz shows profound artistry with Bedlam Nights, sparking intrigue with his distinct musical showmanship."
--Tommy Hash, ytsejam.com--

"Deliciously dangerous... Bedlam Nights isn't a CD for everyone -- and I'd be really scared if it was."
--Music Connection Magazine--

"A unique vision that is beyond bleak."
-- popsyndicate.com--

It's always darkest before dawn: the narcotic warmth is turning cold, the hangover is knocking on the front door and the miserable tendrils of reality begin gripping tightly beneath your skin. It's a liminal moment that Brooklyn's BRIAN GROSZ doesn't seem to want to leave; ever.

Usually seen fronting DOGS OF WINTER, the NYC hard-rock power-trio (or heard on radio and television as a professional voiceover artist), BRIAN GROSZ has been basking in these moments of painfully fleeting clarity to bring forth the collection of naked and delicate material seen on his debut LP as a solo musician, Bedlam Nights (Exotic Recordings).

At face value, GROSZ has traded in the "Marshall Amps On 11" for an acoustic guitar to play the sensitive singer-songwriter routine. But a second glance shows that even his softer side is calloused and scarred.

Combining the ramshackle snarl of Tom Waits with the methadone nod of Mark Lanegan and the storm clouds that loom above P.J. Harvey, GROSZ steeps his songs of masochistic sentiment in a tumbler of whiskey and then stirs it with the relic of a straight razor.

Reveling in the imperfections of passion, GROSZ brings us murder-suicide ballads, crippled lullabies and endlessly dark hallways filled with the lingering, metallic scent of ill-fated liasons. As a whole, his songs reveal a family portrait of fractured, motherless children set free in an imperfectly sterile world.

GROSZ's full-length debut is a low-fi, rock/alt-folk album that was cobbled together in attics, bedrooms, stairwells and kitchens. Drawing from years of classical theater training and a decade in the radio/TV voice-over industry, Bedlam Nights reveals GROSZ howling like a caged animal one minute and floating on a papery whisper the next.

Captured with neglected equipment and laid over the rattle of vinatge organs, snarling guitars and the clang of cast iron cookware, these 11 songs of desperation roll the stone back from the mouth of the cave and lurch wounded into the impending twilight.

The listener can hear the space around the notes and the texture of the environment (not to mention passing traffic, ringing phones, radio intererence and other perfect blemishes). It's an outpost of organic imperfection in a world of digital sterility.

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