Posts Tagged ‘The Devil Makes Three’

Lots of tasty covers this week…

  1. The Devil Makes Three – Bad Idea
  2. Jacuzzi Boys – Song For The Man  (Beastie Boys cover)
  3. D.A. Stern – I Don’t Know  (Beastie Boys cover)
  4. The Dirty Nil – Pain Of Infinity
  5. Beak> – Brean Down
  6. William Elliott Whitmore – Fear Of Trains  (Magnetic Fields cover)
  7. Phoebe Bridgers – The Gold  (Manchester Orchestra cover)
  8. David Bazan – Thread  (Now Now cover)
  9. Ty Segall & White Fence – Body Behaviour
  10. Claw Marks – Swallow U












Nickel In The Jukebox

Time for our irregular, but still brilliant, instalment of Nickel in the Jukebox. A collection of ten tunes of varying guises and ages for your listening pleasure. So whatever your particular pleasure there will be something for you here. Your job is simply to sift through and find your own personal hits and misses.

Port Juvee – Double Vision  [RIYL: Post-punk, The Hives, The Strokes]


Molly Burch – Downhearted  [RIYL: Retro Country, Patsy Cline, Francoise Hardy]


The Devil Makes Three with Emmylou Harris – Waiting Around To Die  (Townes Van Zandt cover)  [RIYL: Bluegrass, Shovels & Rope, Townes Van Zandt (obviously)]


Quiet Quiet Band – In The Body  [RIYL: Cowpunk, The Levellers, Violent Femmes]


Savoy Motel – Sorry People  [RIYL: Glam rock & power pop, Dandy Warhols, Little Richard]


DANGERS – The Bend In The Break  [RIYL: Hardcore, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys]


Sam Evian – Sleep Easy  [RIYL: Hazy indie, Mac DeMarco, Cass McCombs]


Light Fantastic – To The Center  [RIYL:  Dream-Psych, Alex Chilton, MGMT]


Tele Novella – Even Steven  [RIYL: Macabre pop, Velvet Underground, Belle & Sebastian]


SLØTFACE – Bright Lights  [RIYL: Indie pop-punk, Interpol, The Pixies]


The Devil Makes Three’ have shared the latest track off their upcoming album, a concept project, Redemption & Ruin.

It is a cover of Ralph Stanley’s classic I Am The Man, Thomas and is one of twelve hand-picked songs that shares the repertoire and legacy that have inspired The Devil Makes Three since before they even founded the band.

Listen below.


best of the weekHaving spent a mighty fine week soaking up the sunshine in Crete we are feeling pretty good about life. And if that wasn’t enough here are ten of the best of the week’s new releases (as judged by us of course).

They Include the very welcome return of fire and brimstone gothic folkies Wovenhand and Argentinian garage-posters Las Kellies, cracking tracks from Bueno and Okkervil River, a pretty sweet cover from the Devil Makes Three, and plenty more besides.

Soak it up…

  1. The Devil Makes Three – Champagne and Reefer  (Muddy Waters cover)
  2. Bueno – Blown Out
  3. Wovenhand – Come Brave
  4. Billie Marten – Lionhearted
  5. Las Kellies – Summer Breeze
  6. Vomitface – Dramamine
  7. JEFF The Brotherhood – Idiot
  8. Raveonettes – Where Are You Wild Horses?
  9. Pfarmers – Red Vermin
  10. Okkervil River – The Industry












best of the weekYou know the score – a sweep up of some of the week’s best new releases, new tunes and new artists.

This week we have no less than eleven tracks for you including The Avett Brothers, Left Lane Cruiser, The Devil Makes Three, Deerhoof and plenty more.

Dive in…

  1. The Avett Brothers – Satan Pulls The Strings
  2. Band Of Horses – Barrel House
  3. Holly Miranda – Mary Won’t You Call My Name (live)  (Morphine cover)
  4. Wye Oak – Watching The Waiting
  5. The Parrots – Jane Gumb
  6. Left Lane Cruiser – The Pusher
  7. Freedom Fry – Shaky Ground
  8. Morgan Delt – I Don’t Wanna See What’s Happening Outside
  9. The Devil Makes Three – Drunken Hearted Man
  10. GØGGS – Needle Trade Off
  11. Deerhoof – Acceptance Speech













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It has to be said that despite one or two hiccups, the second official day of SXSW turned out to be a whole lot more fun. It got off to a good start when we found there was actually a shuttle that came near to our hotel and meant late night night time returns were no longer a problem.

We headed off to the Pitchfork party, queued in the broiling heat for 30 minutes and gave that up as a bad job and trudged another 8 blocks out of town to American Songwriter’s Billy Reid Shindig Day. It seemed to be held in someone’s big backyard with a few benches, a couple of food vans and two drinks – beer and water. This was much more like it! We settled down in the sun and watched barnstorming performances by The Devil Makes Three and Heartless Bastards. The former created the perfect hoedown with plenty a whoopin’ and a hollerin’ and the barroom boogie of the latter was much appreciated too. They were followed by Wild Cub, who has the whole tropical tinged Americana thing going on (see Lord Huron from yesterday’s post) and so we headed up the hill to Hotel Vegas for some mind-bending rock at the Austin Psych Fest party.

Strangely the Akron Family were on when we arrived with the same set I think as the day before, or maybe a continuation? It still could have been two songs or ten, but the main attraction for us was the hypnotic Suuns who did not disappoint with a set of pulsing keyboards and guitar grooves and shamanistic intoned vocals.

Realising I’d spent the whole day outside and had singularly failed to find a pharmacy and sun cream I felt a bit hot. The folly of my situation was brought home as I headed back to the chaos of Sixth Street determined to sort this out, I passed two amused girls who were laughing about someone called “Rooster Guy”.  About twenty feet further on I suddenly realised that yep, they meant me.

Getting back to Sixth Street meant passing through the underpass of the Interstate route 35. Halfway through, a man with his few belongings surrounding him, was shouting and wailing at the top of his voice. Not at anything or anyone, just shouting. He had a piece of cardboard next to him with a few coins on it and having a dollar bill in my pocket I put it down on the cardboard. The man carried on shouting, at the same time snatching the dollar and instantly tearing into lots of pieces. Around him, oblivious to this little drama, hordes of partygoers streamed both ways through the underpass.

On Sixth more people were screaming everywhere. Screaming for attention, screaming offers of free beers or phone charging, one couple screaming at each other, a baby screamed in a buggy and everywhere the thousands upon thousands of people ignored it all.

As did I.

I found some cream and food and went to see Pyyramids who played a surprisingly powerful set of indie rock with needling guitars and tribal percussion, and then dropped into the Valhalla bar to see Fear of Men play a set of jangly, dreamlike pop that was littered with literary references and thankfully never overbalanced and fell into a pit of tweeness. An excellent uptempo cover of The Chills Pink Frost which thrummed with barely restrained tension and the Phillip Larkin inspired Green Sea were closing highlights.

Then it was time for Ray Wylie Hubbard, and a chance to see a true legend of the outlaw country movement. Introducing live favourite Snake Farm as an early audience singalong and following it up with the brilliant Drunken Poet’s Dream it was the consumate example of an entertainer knowing exactly how to draw in and build the expectations of his audience. Plenty of between song banter and a set list that included Down Home Country Blues, Name Droppin, Mother’s Blues, Redneck Mother, Count My Blessings and a storming Wanna Rock And Roll left everyone more than happy.

The queues for Phosphorescent were (once again) enormous, and the same for Caitlin Rose, so it was to the Hype Hotel for free beer and tacos and a chance to see the Specials some thirty two years since theirs was the first “proper” album I ever bought. I was ready to be disappointed (as most band reunions are), but this was the glorious exception that proved the rule. Lively, vibrant, tight, and sounding crystal clear in a vast space of fantastic acoustics they ripped through their classics that got everybody in the venue moving: Monkey Man, Nite Klub, Do Nothing, Gangsters, Doesn’t Make It Alright, Man At C&A, Concrete Jungle and closing with an incendiary Too Much Too Young.

This was the SXSW I was hoping for, still crazy, but tonight eclectic and brilliant too.