Brad Butcher

Brad Butcher

 Brisbane, Queensland, AUS
BandAmericanaFolk

There’s been a buzz building about this bloke as a genuine, unaffected singer-songwriter his voice is smooth and beguiling, there’s a genuine intensity to it and signs of an agile mind feeding it. He has plenty to say. Brad Butcher is world class and has a very bright future ahead of him.

Biography

'Brad Butcher has the potential to achieve considerable critical acclaim and commercial success...he has already attracted the attention of key media tastemakers including the pivotal Australian national radio station - Tripe J.' John Watson, Manager - Gotye, Silvverchair, Missy Higgins, Wolfmother. Eleven: A Music Company

'Butcher’s voice is smooth and beguiling.....there’s a genuine intensity to it and signs of an agile mind feeding it..... he has plenty to say.....Butcher is also musically agile, ‘Speed Of Sound’ delivering a portentous energy driven by an incessant bass line and shards of angular electric guitar’ Martin Jones Rhythms Magazine

‘Brad is an intense songwriter who has plumbed the depths of his soul to create thoughtful vignettes of those small but powerful moments in life that affect us all.....Brad Butcher is world class and has a very bright future ahead of him.’ Susan Jarvis Capitol News

'Brad has a voice that can silence a room with the softest of melodies. A gift, that has to be seen live to be believed. The songwriting is pure and honest and his down to earth nature is highlighted with every lyric.' Tom Busby. Busby Marou.

'I had the honor of hearing Brad for the first time 2 months ago and was immediately touched by the pure honesty of his voice and his songs. I was asked to write w/ Brad and I immediately jumped at the opportunity. Now, 2 weeks later and 4 songs in, I am so touched by his talents that I have no doubt we will be hearing a lot from Brad very soon and when we do Brad, I will personally take you to Asbury Park and the Stone Pony so you can sing your version of "I'm On Fire" there, Aussie style!! Marc Swersky.' Producer / Composer. Diesel, Joe Cocker.

As a youngster, Brad Butcher mimicked the sounds of his mother playing Bach and Beethoven on the family piano; he wasn’t yet old enough to realise that it was the sign of an instinctive connection to melody, but he knew it made him happy. A central Queensland country kid with a sense of community and a tight family bond, he wrote songs on a hand-me-down guitar to entertain mates, commemorate momentous occasions, and to work through troubles. And then he did the right thing – he learned a trade, got a job, earned a living.  

 

For over a decade, Brad kept his voice and his songs largely to himself, privately honing a singer/songwriter style that mixes the working class grit of Springsteen with the tender expression of Ray LaMontagne. From the confines of a coalmine crane though, an adage once shared kept rattling around his brain: Find your obsession, make it your profession and you’ll never work a day in your life.

 

At the age of 28, it was time to implement a plan for his life-long obsession of crafting honest stories set within stark melodic landscapes. In 2012, Brad released his acclaimed self-tilted debut album, which earned him a showcase at BIGSOUND, Australia’s foremost international music conference. Finalist nominations for a range of Australian and international songwriting and artist development awards followed, as well as supports and guest appearances alongside Busby Marou, Bill Chambers, Mark Seymour and Pete Murray. His music filled the homes of dozens of Australians who welcomed him as part of a year-long house concert series; they piled onto rural kitchen benches, and spilled into suburban backyards, to share in the intimate tales of their own neighbourhoods from Tassie to the Territory.

While his debut effort was a tribute to family and friendship, and the love, hope, loss and redemption experienced amongst such relationships, Brad explored new themes as he wrote prolifically for his forthcoming sophomore album. Recorded in New Jersey by Grammy award winning producer Marc Swersky (Joe Cocker, Diesel), it centres around themes of travel and the contrasting lifestyle of a fly-in fly-out worker who always has home in his heart and a guitar close to hand. At the core of it all though is an uncomplicated country bloke striving to connect, inspire and remain true.

Jamestown is scheduled for release in early 2015


Lyrics

The Old Man's Gone

Written By: Brad Butcher

A whisper carried on the wind
Floats until it reaches someone listening
Someone free to feel the breeze
The legend ever grows while the truth is perceived.
And no one feels it change
Till your hats blown off and the sea starts to rage
And it feels cold upon your skin
So you cover up your ears and shelter from the wind.

Who am I when the old mans gone?
Burn the ashes and send them home
Who am I when the old mans gone?
And where will I call home?

The winter winds will carry on
Trees creek and moan their leaves brown then they’re gone
We watch them fall and float away
Their mark on the tree no one can replace.

Who am I when the old mans gone?
Burn the ashes and send them home
Who am I when the old mans gone?
And where will I call home?

Who am I when the old mans gone?
Burn the ashes and send them home
Who am I when the old mans gone?
And where will I call home?
Who am I when the old mans gone?
Wear my hands down to the bone.
Claw my way through the sand and stone
Till I’m back where I belong
The place that I call home
But where will I call home?

Conversations and Complications

Written By: Brad Butcher and M Swersky

V1
it seems like everyone's out to make a number out of me,
they right me off and count me out
like failure is all i'll ever see.
you know i've always been a slider, just let it slide on through the cracks.
just let it go when its to and fro
but I can't do that
V2
I know you lead me to the water but you could not make me drink
i see that now, i know my mistakes
and the aches that came with it.
Can't you see how much i've grown from these mistakes I've made?
brought the fire down, fought it pound for pound
and then i walked away
pre-chorus
in all these conversations
no one ever wins
in all these complications
all i need to hear, all I need to hear
chorus
is its alright, its alright, its alright
its alright, its alright, its alright to leave
V3
I'm sifting through the ashes trying to find a clue
through these broken bones and chard remains
it so hard to see the truth.
Now i have never been the kind to voice myself to you
look into my eyes past the weary lines
and trust the voice that speaks to you
pre-chorus
in all these conversations
no one ever wins
through all these complications
all i need to hear
in all these conversations
no one ever wins
through all these complications
all i need to hear
all i need to hear
chorus
is its alright, its alright, its alright
its alright, its alright, its alright
is its alright, its alright, its alright
its alright, its alright, its alright
coda (outro)
to leave this behind
all things change, in good time
test your will, to survive
leave the ground, learn to fly
put yourself, on the line
leave your homeland behind
its ok do as you please
and know its alright

Speed Of Sound

Written By: B Butcher and B McCarthy

You feel that burn behind your eyes
you've been up for far to long
heaven knows that I've been there
the candle burns form right to wrong
as it all goes down
and it all goes down

you feel it start to hypnotise
I know I'll never be that strong
catch my breathe, feel the pulse
cause time is almost gone

Chorus-
Its like being shot from a cannon at the speed of sound
I try to keep your eye but I don't know how
My mouth dries up and I lose my nerve
my knee starts to shake as it all goes down
at the speed of sound

who am I I'm lost again
in that tangled web you weave
lost in truths lost in lies
in a maze built to deceive
as it all goes down
and it all goes down

Chorus-
Its like being shot from a cannon at the speed of sound
I try to keep your eye but I don't know how
My mouth dries up and I lose my nerve
my knee starts to shake as it all goes down
at the speed of sound
at the speed of sound
and fades away, fades away, and fades away

You feel that burn behind your eyes
you've been up for far to long
hit the brakes to slow me down
cause I'll go on and on and on

Chorus-
Its like being shot from a cannon at the speed of sound
I try to keep your eye but I don't know how
My mouth dries up and I lose my nerve
my knee starts to shake as it all goes down
at the speed of sound
at the speed of sound
at the speed of sound

Another Fall

Written By: B Butcher

A lifetime gripped in frames around the room
The dinner table still set out for two
In the lines around his eyes they show it all
Where the river cut through the stone after she'd gone
No I can't stand to see another fall, no I can't stand at all

With heavy hands he tears the room apart
To fix the pain he needs a place to start
Buried in the bed he starts to pray
But is god real or just someone to blame
No I can't stand to see another fall, no I can't stand at all

One by one we all fall
With no way to defend ourselves at all
One by one we fade away
The honest truths are the hardest ones to face
No I can't stand to see another fall, no I can't stand at all
No I can't stand to see another fall, no I can't stand at all