Deep Cuts, Francois


The only distance between Revin Goff and The Growlers is geographic. Ireland to California, they’re all singing the blues. Goff’s winnebago jangling sound makes excellent use of electronic leaps and bleeps. The Growlers on the other hand, sound as if they lived in an attic, recycling the sounds of 1972, concocting a chemistry of sounds for today’s ears and tastes.

What appeared to be a sonic gulf – a lonesome kid behind a laptop and melancholic balladeers – is bridged by the reservoir of the Internet. Blues, we recognize them when we hear them.