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Hell Then Divine

by Jeffrey Luck Lucas

"... a seamless, elegant, nearly abstract countrified loveliness whose imagery speaks in a darkly romantic southwestern vocabulary of parched landscapes, rusty tin wall crosses and abandoned haciendas..." Shannon Coulter/Playing in Fog
Genre: Rock: Americana
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Cascade
3:39 $0.99
2. Sway to the Roll
4:16 $0.99
3. Old Mexico
6:57 $0.99
4. Slower to the Water
4:22 $0.99
5. We Were On Fire
4:30 $0.99
6. Radio Towers at Night
1:23 $0.99
7. The Devil On Me
5:53 $0.99
8. Shine
6:39 $0.99
9. On the Llano
3:37 $0.99
10. Midnight, Texas
4:51 $0.99
11. Burnt Water
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Jeffrey Luck Lucas creates music that is alternately slow, dark, cinematic, tragic, intensely lustful and lovely as well as heartbreaking. These are the songs that evoke visions of desert emptiness, country torch and border music.

One of the founding members of the seminal 1980's garage band The Morlocks (Epitaph, Voxx, Midnight, Listen Loudest) Jeffrey Luck Lucas is a classically trained and degreed cellist who has played on records in 2004 by Neurosis, Steve Von Til, Chuck Profit, Tom Heyman, Pat Ryan, High Water Rising, Barbara Manning to name a few.

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"Lucas recounts his woeful stories slowly and deliberately, blurring the line between nightmares and dreams. Past the roadside bars and whorehouses, down a featureless two-lane highway to oblivion: he isn't afraid; he feels nothing. This record must be taken on its own terms; it's unyielding, even bloody minded at times".
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"Think along the lines of Richard Buckner, Will Oldham, Willard Grant Conspiracy, or Townes Van Zandt if he'd have been produced by Daniel Lanois. Dark, dreamy, cinematic epics that are genuinely intoxicating..."
David Morrison/Gilded Palace of Sin UK

"Just when I became convinced that Seattle still had the market cornered on gloomy, overcast music, Bay Area's Jeffrey Luck Lucas comes along with "Hell Then Divine" showing us that there is a low cloud hanging over San Francisco as well. And the result is one of the most gorgeous and lush country-noir records to debut since Jesse Sykes' "Reckless Burning."

"Jeffrey Luck Lucas is a dusty-voiced troubadour with degrees in cello and composition and a heart trapped in the borderlands of someone else's memory. His cowboy ballads are slow, sweet, and quiet, whistling through a world of endless horizons, blood-orange sunsets, dry throats, and unremitting loneliness. Too kind, weary, and sensible to struggle anymore, Lucas offers solace and sympathy to those who still try, treading a psychic road hardened by the boots of other sweet-voiced ramblers like Townes Van Zandt and Mickey Newbury".
Silke Tudor, SF Weekly

"The music itself was a seamless, elegant nearly abstract wash of countrified loveliness, and though his imagery speaks in a darkly romantic southwestern vocabulary of parched landscapes, rusty tin wall crosses and abandoned haciendas, I sometimes also found myself thinking of one of those rural towns of the American south with dirt roads and sugar white hilltop chapels--so peaceful as to be surreal."



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Thomas Heath / Tract Records

A 70s Tom Waits under the direction of David Lynch
Old-school Nashville played as dark and slow as molasses. Ostensibly mellow but the tension builds and creeps in like a cheating husband in the middle of the night. The songs are laced with elements of traditional country and the eerie vibes you might feel after waking up from a weird dream; tied together with Tom Waits-raised-in-Texas vocals. These songs would be perfect for any David Lynch soundtrack and I fully expect them to be used as such.


Thank god for this record. Just when I thought alt-country was in the toilet, Mr. Lucas unleashes this rad-ass record. Aside from brilliant songwriting and superb instumentation, the production quality and overal sound of the record is top-notch. I only wished I ived in the Bay Area so I could see him live more than once a year...

KSD (CEO, Urban Ikon, Inc.)

Blazing! Highly Recommended.


Wiskey-Soaked Gloom & Excellent Production
Collect genetic material from Lyle Lovett, Tom Waits, and Hank Williams Sr. Create offspring. Maroon said offspring in a New Mexico ghost town with an unlimited supply of whiskey, scorn, and depression. Have Trent Reznor add a few finishing touches to production. The resulting album might come close to Hell Then Divine. It is absolutely fantastic.


tremendous pleasure
A sorrowful tale told so brilliantly that it cheers me every time I listen to it. An incredible piece of work. Unlike everything else. Your house is on fire and as you are fleeing you slip this CD into your coat pocket.

CD Baby

Country noir that simultaneously evokes memories of Twin Peaks, Johnny Cash, and Tom Waits. Whiskey-toned and drooping, like a drenched wooly poncho hanging off a rugged, cigar smokin' cowboy to wistful ballads that shuffle along with a nod to Townes Van Zandt to perfect collisions of atmospheric swirl and growly, disillusioned, sagging hope and memories left behind like roadkill. Lush expanses and desolate emptiness have never had so much to talk about.


My God this is good! A late night/early morning drinking CD if ever I heard one....Light 'em if you've got 'em....A Voice that is the vocal equivalent of good whiskey, and tunes as cool as the ice in it. Buy it baby...


Shimmering deserts, Hades vistas
I've consistently played this CD when evening has passed into early morning and the glasses are half empty, when tobacco smoke glows in low lamplight, when all is blurry and indulgent. A debauched divinity shines through this recording: nothing sounds harsh or forced. The easy villany makes it ripe for replaying--Lucas is a troubadour for Baudelaire's visionary excess and this album is a dark triumph. Highly recommended.