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"Bedlam Nights" - debut LP available June 2007 on Exotic Recordings.
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"Tom Waits + Nine Inch Nails + a BAD attitude = one cool ass, mutha f*cking CD!"
--Dee Snider in regards to Bedlam Nights--
"Welcome to the dark side of the singer/songwriter mantra... The long awaited doom laden tunesmith approach that harkens the mysterious & haunting mood driven atmosphere... Any way you look at it, Brian Grosz shows profound artistry with Bedlam Nights, sparking intrigue with his distinct musical showmanship."
--Tommy Hash, ytsejam.com--
It's a voice you've heard before but probably didn't realize it at the time... and even if you heard it then, you wouldn't recognize it now.
For close to a decade, BRIAN GROSZ has put a smile on his lips and a sparkle in his voice to record radio and television voiceovers for fast food, nature documentaries, german automobiles, central air-conditioning, latex condoms and one of the nation's largest banks - a far cry from the whiskey-soaked and smoke-ravaged wailing one hears over his derelict songs of personal torment and crippled romance.
Never one to dismiss his gemini duality, when Grosz hasn't been performing with Brooklyn's blistering post-hardcore trio, DOGS OF WINTER, he's been patiently work-shedding softer and more introspective material over the last year in his cramped Fort Greene apartment. The results of his late night efforts have yielded a collection of work that's beautifully bare and delicate, almost as if the work might fall apart under the slightest modicum of pressure - if it weren't about to rattle itself loose in the first place; work that he's described as "bastard children set free in an imperfect world."
Somewhere there is a crossroads at which the work of Tom Waits, Mark Lanegan and Leonard Cohen meet; it's a junction that Grosz has called home, welcoming weary travelers with a click of his Zippo and a pull from his bottle of rag-water.
These are songs about the imperfections of passion; murder ballads and dark hallways filled with the lingering, metallic scent of ill-fated liasons. Bastard children indeed, but ones hell-bent to continue their path into the twilight rather than scour the fleeting history of the dawn.
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