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by Lucas

A gritty Americana triple-twist of outsider folk, blues, and old country. The dreamers, ghosts, warriors and outlaws who haunt Lucas’s rough-grain vocals tell their stories with sardonic humor and dark urgency.
Genre: Country: Americana
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Down in the Swamp
M. Lucas
3:59 $0.99
2. Lost John
M. Lucas
2:07 $0.99
3. Last Things
M. Lucas
3:42 $0.99
4. Circuit Rider
M. Lucas
3:38 $0.99
5. The Sideshow
M. Lucas
3:10 $0.99
6. Gold
M. Lucas
4:50 $0.99
7. Whiskey Railroad
M. Lucas
2:34 $0.99
8. GTT
M. Lucas
3:02 $0.99
9. Bivouac of the Dead
M. Lucas
2:52 $0.99
10. Dust
M. Lucas
3:02 $0.99
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Album Notes
Ten short stories with a long past, the songs of DUST explore dark corners of American legend—keelboat toughs to sideshow freaks. Lucas's acoustic guitar is the pulse throughout while his B3 and Telecaster create atmospherics—no jangle but lots of groove for organic arrangements that swell and fade. Bleu Mortensen, of Lyle Lovett fame, plays the soulful pedal steel of the Orbison-esque "Gold" and also the singing dobro of "Last Things," the album's heartbreaker. He and Lucas are joined by fiddle virtuoso Jenée Fleenor, whose brilliant bow is front and center on a rip-roaring "Lost John."



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Kirtley Meyer

Heartland Storyteller
From the barn-dance stomp of "Lost John" to the country-soul waltz of "Gold," Lucas wears his roots boots well. They are the scuffed old brogans of a natural-born storyteller. Every song on Dust tells a tale. Lucas's lived-in vocals range across the Americana spectrum with a lot of character in songs about circuit riders and circus freaks and frontier brawlers. Comparisons might run to red-dirt artists like Guthrie Kennard and Jimmy LaFave in terms of sound, but Lucas's muse is his own. Few of the songs seem personal in the singer-songwriter way--most of them are set over a hundred years ago in fact--but they all express a yearning, for lives or loves or worlds slipping away. This ache is the album's strong emotional connection.

Not to be missed--one of the most original projects of the year.


Odes to the Dead
Guitars weave in and out while Hammond organ and Wurlitzer swirl around midnight vocals for an eccentric folk-blues sound that's stripped-down and dense by turns. Lucas's debut conjures an ensemble vibe against the odds, DUST being mostly one of those lone madman-in-the-studio undertakings. The result is an album that's left of the left-field that's Americana. Not a single love or road or confessional song. Instead it's an album of sepia-toned odes to the dead: frontier preachers, Texas-bound desperadoes, slain soldiers, mythic keelboatmen, lost parents, last picture shows. Singling out tracks feels wrong, the album has such whole-cloth continuity, but the pedal-steel-driven ballad in the middle, "Gold," is a signature. It's a memory song (as are all of these tunes in a way) and it addresses directly what the others circle: "nothing gold can stay." "A sail disappearing at dawn, it's always moving on." Even the jaunty "Lost John," the album's one cover, gathers a shadow or two. But there's no sentimentality in the melancholy. The tearless grief of "Bivouac of the Dead" is characteristic. Theodore O'Hara's nineteenth-century elegy becomes a driving folk hymn, half fierce, in Lucas's stoic rendering. Whatever else might be said about this CD, it's not the same old thing.