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Joe Bou - Murder by Death



     
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We were sitting in the back of the car watching the lights go by on the ceiling in a sleeping bag we were hungry drunk and half naked and didn't notice the time change from the last place we'd been. it still gets cold in the south at night when the winds are blowing slapping up against the windshield these blankets won't do anything at all.

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Indiana's Murder by Death (formerly known as Little Joe Gould) layers the vocal sounds of an old saloon with the haunting strings of a Hungarian folk dance and the hard driving rhythms of pure rock 'n' roll, producing what Stuff magazine has called "lush, orchestrated songs," somehow simultaneously reminiscent of Johnny Cash and Radiohead. Added to that thick and intriguing sound are a series of dark and ironic lyrics, combining the mood and tone of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds with the narrative force of The Decemberists or a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Read more about Murder by Death on Last.fm.


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