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Welcome to Mudlow Country

by Mudlow

An epic soundscape of whiskey driven swamp blues and country, recounting tales that are both menacing and melancholy.
Genre: Blues: Rockin' Blues
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1. Welcome.....
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2. Down In The Snow
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3. Drunken Turkey
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4. Cannery Town
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5. Zac
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6. Snowhill Farm
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7. Raise Your Glass
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8. So Long Lee
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9. Coochie Mudlow
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10. Catherine Wheel
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11. Petrol Station Shades
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12. Fireflies
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13. Spaniel
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With a voice like a rarely (although occasionally liberally) greased pawnshop trombone
Mudlow's Tobias wails croons growls and squalls across the lushly criminal sultry seaport
landscape that is Welcome To Mudlow Country. It's their first album.
With a swagger and swing so long and thick they gotta wear it for a belt,
Brighton's Mudlow have become my new Afghan Whigs, my new Nick Cave,
my new Marah, impossible to play loud enough. I want to crawl inside their sound and
drink deep till hammered and slaked then dance. spin,buck,bark and rail along with it before
the next song picks me up on it's gangster lean and shoulders me to the next basement bar.
Bass and drums swingin' beats fatback crisp and cold hot greasy. Drummerman Matt Black
layin' so far back into that drop down it's a G.D. Memphis
miracle the whole thing don't totter and tip backwards on it's big sexy ass. But that Bass! Damn. Paul Beat keeps it all pulled down sublow sonic like a big fine woman's behind the wheel
backin' it up. Brass horns careen and plead and sob and harmonica call the lonely and
lonesome home. For all the raw refined glorifying groove power it's no stoop to roll it back
and lay out in rich cinematic black and white and noir. Tobias's guitar crawls from under it's
own rock and slithers and slinks and solos sideways and frontwards. He chops chunks
scratches and lines out colours in deep blues and orange red, chocolate dark brown and
bright white heat. His lyric work intrigues with Waits-ian leanness and heft rifely populated by characters, misfits, fuckups, frauds, sociopaths and common charmers. My people. Despite
the deceptively dour imagery there is simply an undeniable joy shimmering throughout.
You can tell Brighton's finest love playing these songs. Live I ain't seen 'em and Lord knows
if I will on the otherside of the world but i've been told and I surely reckon they must put out
on of the heaviest shows out. This is frayed sharp black suit Outlaw Music.
Midnight sometime Harvest Moon Chinook Wind Sunless winter cannery dockside.
It's all the same and something bad comin' and goin'.
Each song stands upright alone alright but the soundscape is beautifully frosted
with subtle sounds of running machinery, creaking ships and crying seabirds,
down stairs doors (un)locking and matchlight building burning.
Nothing to distract but to add some stones and brambles along the river road to
catch on the cuffs of your ears and set you to watch where you're walkin' and
maybe LiSTEN where you're goin' for a change. Even to my beat ears it's one of
the best sounding recordings i've had the pleasure to hear. Sonically raw and
gorgeous and mapped out with care. If given three quarters the chance these
damned kings of the south deserve for recording an album this down, this grimy,
this menacing, this star spankin' grand and glorious my world will sleep in
safety and spite. Thank You Mudlow.



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Coctails filled with whiskey, smoke, and razor blades
These cats make me think of coctails filled with whiskey, smoke and razorblades; They have a great sound, dark, gritty, and reminiscent of Tom Waits and Nick Cave. I sincerely hope they do a tour in the US as they satisfy my jones for music outside of the played out pop genre. If you love a bluesy-rock sound, check these guys out.

Darren Howells , Blues Matters Magazine

' Unique, challenging, whilst infinitely listenable '
One of the stand out tracks (admittedly of many) on the recently covered "This Is Punk Rock Blues Vol.1" compilation was opener 'Zane Moreet' by a then unknown band to me - Mudlow. A single track that in minutes had urged me to delve further and find out more about the band and their distinctive take on the Blues… the result is receiving this album for review and being left with the feeling that I've found something quite unique, challenging, whilst infinitely listenable (the Mercury Music Prize please take note!). I've read comments that their music has a film noir feel which I certainly concur with… it would be like THE THE being asked to produce the soundtrack to a 1930'sbased crime/mystery film. The biggest reference point would be Tom Waits, but whereas listening to a Waits album past nine can leave you awake for most of the night (alert to the danger?), Mudlow lay your head gently on the pillow (killing you softly?). For all the lyrical and musical darkness/gloom (lyrics like "You dined well on old stale bread / You got a heart condition and you're pissing blood / Down at the docks they'll hang you on a peg / And wait for the tide to rise" from 'Drunken Turkey'), there is ultimately brightness to be found for the listener, much like Mark Lanegan's "Bubblegum" album (although that feeling did lead me to ponder my sanity). I've accepted the invitation and taken my seat at their table… I wonder what, or who's for dinner?

Source Magazine, Brighton

Consistently brooding
Rising out of the ashes of the much admired Crawl Limbo, Mudlow continue to drive a swamp-blues tractor in the form of their long player "Welcome to Mudlow Country". wisely avoiding Amercianisms, the band are led by the gravel-voiced Tobias and his largely tempered acoustic blues guitar. Honking saxes and brass add depth to this consitently brooding collection of songs.

Ewan Wallace

Downright filthy, this. Absolute class...
This is filthy, dirty, lowdown swampy blues at its very best. I loves it...