Red aka The Nightcrawler
juin 19th, 2010
« Take Vic Chesnutt, take Tom Waits, take Scott Walker, draw a Bermuda Triangle between the three : you’ll have an area wide as the universe. Yet The Nightcrawler’s husky voice sails its cloudy waters like a sticky fish, intoxicating whoever dares to lay a hand on his back’s asperities. Abrupt, lonely and hoarse, it animates the luminescent songs of this diurnal and generous album from head to toe. As it happens, it begins with luxurious pads of real strings and a love declaration addressed to Lambchop (« Great Breakfast With Lambshop LP ») : The Nightcrawler may be alone in front of the microphone, he inhabits that same paradoxical peninsula than Kurt Wagner’s big Texan posse, the one that links eternal soul music and confessional folk music. Eventually, the Nightcrawler’s first album does more than welcoming you in his mobile-home in the desert: it embraces you on the threshold. An to further prove that he treats this very special role with uttermost involvement, Red himself hand painted every single copy of this quite extraordinary uninvited guest in his discography ».
