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by Jeffrey Foucault

NEW YORK TIMES: “Immaculately tailored… Sometimes his songs run right up to the edge of the grandiose and hold still, and that's when he's best… Close to perfection"
Genre: Country: Americana
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Dishes
3:58 album only
2. War on the Radio
3:27 album only
3. Blown
2:51 album only
4. Blood Brothers
4:30 album only
5. Little Warble
3:56 album only
6. Cheap Suit
2:39 album only
7. Rio
2:42 album only
8. I Know You
3:54 album only
9. Dying Just a Little
3:56 album only
10. Pretty Hands
2:20 album only


Album Notes
“Home is not a place but a power,” somebody says, and here in these songs is the roving longing that makes a prayer of what is seen, no matter—desert or hill or river: I wasn’t born here but I’ve been here for a while. Jeffrey gives us the ample and aching heart, the long hunger that is life as it shimmers past, the elusive want, the face remembered. The hands. Pretty hands. The blown river. “Stay together/learn the flowers/go light” one poet writes—go light and, by god, hang on. I see paintings. Millet, maybe—a woman in a tavern and light is time and time is the light passing. Plain people. Humble. It is summer and the window is open. You are 22. You will marry. No: whatever can have been is gone from you; it belongs to the life unlived. Big open sky and a creaking fence. The chance encounter that goes electric. “I’m in crush with you,” my kid used to say—and I guess I would say they are crushing, these songs. They get to me. A warble in the heart. They feel like my favorite turn in the road, the long run of dirt when the mountains go blue and the jackrabbit beats you running. The late open mic of the soul. If you go, you go. You go like hell. Albuquerque. Eldridge. I am right there and anywhere at all. Jeffrey makes it all blood country.

- Noy Holland


NPR: “Pure songwriter… Simple and powerful.”

GREIL MARCUS: “A country plea, a blues reach for facts beyond sound, the sense of immediate doom that only a slide guitar can make in its hesitations, its sense of suspension that seem to hold everything a step behind where it ought to be... scary in the bend of the first note”

BOSTON GLOBE: “A marvelous record full of vivid lyrical imagery — goner’d streets, embered darkness, horizon eyes cast down — bound together by a tough, reverberating, electric sound that is often redolent of the blues, without being quite locatable as such.”

WORCESTER TELEGRAM: “Foucault manages to find a power in his sense of understatement and restraint. It’s a gift few songwriters master, that ability to hold back at just the right moment, to let the listener fall into the sense of absence in a song. Foucault does it better than just about anybody else.”

MINNEAPOLIS STAR-TRIBUNE: “Always deeply poetic whether Foucault is singing about love, loss or God.”

MOTHER CHURCH PEW: “Salt As Wolves [is] an exquisitely-crafted assemblage of original songs that represents all that is good, pure, and true about American music.”

PORTLAND MERCURY: “a smoldering collection of dark blues and Americana”

STAR OILCO (PORTLAND): “With a bluesy, burnout sound as big as the Midwestern sky—and an all-star backing band to boot—Foucault’s latest showing promises to be a major hit.”

ROUTES AND BRANCHES: “Shot through with space, holy ghost haunted and live to tape... SALT AS WOLVES is a CD that gives credence to the idea that 'quiet is the new loud', with the spirit of Foucault's new songs ringing long after the record draws to a close.”

TWANGVILLE: “Raw, emotional... hauntingly beautiful”

ELMORE MAGAZINE: “Swirls of dust… occasional gusts of prairie wind… literate songs and an ability to produce raw power in a stripped-down way… Foucault's best album.”

LA CROSSE TRIBUNE: “One of the preeminent singer-songwriters of his generation.”

MILWAUKEE JOURNAL-SENTINEL: “The softer the music gets, the more distinct Foucault's songwriting voice becomes, allowing him to show a kind of mean tenderness on the country-folk track "I Love You (And You Are a Fool)" and a sensual ease on the soft-rock lullaby "Take Your Time." When he's inside moments like those, where he's from matters not at all.”

BLUES MAGAZINE (UK): “Dusty and beguiling … With sublime use of restraint and space, there's something of the wilderness about Foucault's records. Buy them.”

MXDWN: “Salt as Wolves is a barroom masterpiece… This is one hell of a record.”

SELECTIVE MEMORY: “Where many in the Americana scene have re-built a foundation after it has been torn down, Foucault has found a barren wasteland and built a world.”

PITTSBURGH IN-TUNE: “This is a terrific album that deserves to be heard by as many people as possible.”

HBCVIBES: “There is a striking honesty to this record, Foucault's music is genuine and unapologetic… undeniably powerful”

POPDOSE: “Jeffrey Foucault has a masterpiece on his hands… An absolute must.”

GLIDE MAGAZINE: “The most incisive sounds are generally those that force the listener to lean in closer and take away some hint of emotional circumstance. This is one of those albums, and given Foucault's intentions, it's fair to say that he's made his mark.”

WHAT'S UP MAGAZINE: “A zenith album… 12 tracks of classic American country, rock 'n' roll, and folk.”

PORTLAND MERCURY: “…A smoldering collection of dark blues and Americana… the loveliest, lonesomest ballads”

THE ARGONAUT (Santa Monica): “A musical and career game - changer”

NASHVILLE SCENE: “Searing Songwriting”

NO DEPRESSION: “Life and death, surrender and commitment, pain and wanting, a sparse yet rich texture and sound that transcends pure blues”

WALL STREET JOURNAL: “glimmers of electric guitar scrolling over a steady brushed-drums beat that anchors Foucault's sturdy voice...”

RED LINE ROOTS: “A brilliant collection of songs - roots planted in the blues but with a contemporary twist...
One of the best records of the year for sure”

GOOD TIMES SANTA CRUZ: “Closing the distance between himself and the greats who paved the way for him: Townes, John Prine, Steve Earle, Bob Dylan, Greg Brown, and more.”

HUFFINGTON POST: “There is an uncanny charm to this man that is as captivating as hearing Bruce Springsteen live… sounds of The Band and the night howls of Neil Young… but better than that is his fierce, undying and unwavering pull…We were treated to more than music”

CASCADIA WEEKLY: “A practitioner of spare, stark, dark blues and folk, Foucault is one of a dying breed of hardcore troubadours”

SANTA BARBARA SENTINEL: “His songs are soulful, serious, yet serene”

SAN FRANCISCO EXAMINER: “The songwriter-as-craftsman has been described as the Midwestern workingman's poet”

ISTHMUS: “Carrying on a long tradition of ragged folk, blues and country influences.”

MUSIC! SOUNDS OF SANTA BARBARA: “Foucault has diligently crafted a discography as poetic and visceral as it is seductive and inflicting.”

SN&R (SACRAMENTO NEWS & REVIEW): “Jeffrey Foucault is cut from the same cloth as John Prine… Like Prine his voice leans toward the gravelly but stops short of Dylan-esque mumble-grumble and has just a twinge of country. Also like Prine, Foucault lyrically tends toward some surprising twists that illuminate the realities of contemporary life - songs like “Americans in Corduroys” from his Ghost Repeater album, which mixes a honeymoon with commentary on war. He’s smart and pays attention to melody and a strong hook in his songs… a sure bet for a good show.”

AMERICAN SONGWRITER: “After releasing a handful of sparse, stark solo albums, singer/songwriter Jeffrey Foucault began widening his sound, piecing together his own brand of textured, midwestern Americana laced with pedal steel, accordion, organ, and electric guitar. He adds some serious muscle to that sound with Calvacade, his second album with the rock band Cold Satellite”

NO DEPRESSION: “One of our most truly poetic songwriters… Foucault’s singing is almost nakedly human in that he invariably reaches for the most open honesty of his feeling… The inherent warmth of his throaty delivery tempers the occasional strangeness of his poetic lyric, and invites you into its possibilities…”

NEW YORK MUSIC DAILY: “twangy rock… heavily infused with country and blues, in the same vein as Steve Earle or James McMurtry. But where McMurtry will wind a yarn, Foucault spins off one image after another; where Earle heads for the country, Foucault goes off into growling Neil Young territory.”

TIME OUT CHICAGO: “Wisconsin’s Jeffrey Foucault is the type of singer-songwriter whose talents sneak up on you. On paper, his description could apply to countless similar acts. In practice, Foucault frequently proves himself better than the rest, recalling the romanticized Americana of Bruce Springsteen, gazing through rain-streaked railway-car windows.”

THE DAY, NEW LONDON CT: “Foucault…writes simple but marvelously evocative songs, working traditions that range from Mississippi John Hurt to Chris Smither, to Townes Van Zandt. ‘Horse Latitudes’ and ‘Cold Satellite’, have placed him at a new level of accomplishment.”


“Part John Prine, part Dylan, part lonely cowboy swilling whiskey out on a moonlit prairie…”

“…Jeffrey Foucault is a man born into the wrong era. An age when iPods and Pandora stations queue up hundreds of songs to flick through rewards impatience… Foucault’s music doesn’t”.

“Like a great Townes Van Zandt, Bruce Robison, Guy Clark or Rodney Crowell album, Horse Latitudes is the kind of record that you listen to from start to finish and then sit there and marvel at how well the recording is put together… the songs are simply stunning in their breadth and lyrical scope”.

WASHINGTON POST: “This is rock-and-roll in the key of country-noir: bleak visions of departed lovers, flickering TVs and empty landscapes underlined by pedal steel guitar and cello”.

Q MAGAZINE (UK): “Foucault has grown as a songwriter in the American Songbook tradition, the understated menace of Springsteen’s Nebraska mixing with the country of Gene Clark. It all gels together on such tracks as Goners Most and the mysterious redemptive title track. After “just” seven albums, it looks like there’s a new kid in town”.

NO DEPRESSION: “…pure beauty and one of the best Americana albums this year”.

WYEP RADIO PITTSBURGH: “His voice, band, lyrics, and overall tone will shake you into submission”.

THE TELEGRAPH (UK): “HAUNTING AND POIGNANT TRIUMPH FROM AMERICAN SINGER Jeffrey Foucault is an original, beguiling songwriter with a marvelously expressive voice. He brings these talents together, along with fine guitar playing, to create a terrific album… John Updike once wrote of a character who was like an open window through which the rain poured. Foucault’s album captures that poignancy”.



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