The Transfer Station
Song - Artist - Album
The New Life Out There - The Neon Philharmonic - The Moth Confesses
The venue was a complete bust (and if there were any justice, the booking agent wouldn't be able to sit for a week) but, on the upside; my conversation with Phillip Roebuck and his charming bride Phoenix was excellent and not a bad way to spend a Sunday evening.
A new release is in the works and a rejuvenated Phil is sporting a tight new custom banjo. With a focus leaning towards further instrumentation and collaboration with some amazing band members we can expect big doings in the near future. A One Man Band further augmented with band-mates rather than shiva - like arms will only heighten the fevered pitch. There's a reason the Scottish slang for hitting someone as hard as you can is to Banjo them... one earful of what spills out of Phillip's wrist candy is enough to lay you out.
Lucky are we in the Northeast as there may be a move to cooler climes in the near future for the Roebucks, this should move the jumping off points for new tours well into reach for the common Swamp Yankee.
Here's crossing our fingers that a rumored Elm City stop this December come to fruition... more to follow in the coming months and keep your ears tuned as I feature some of the catalog.
The Pigeon Hole on Union Street in New London should stick to local acts and not bother going to the well for actual performers, business first; y'know?
It was charming when mom dropped off the drummer for the opening act but know when to say when kids...