Bullfrog Brown

Bullfrog Brown

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Evoking comparisons to artists as diverse as Charley Patton, Tom Waits and Iggy Pop, Estonia's leading blues band Bullfrog Brown have jammed with blues legend Honeyboy Edwards at his personal request, opened for Finland's international rockstars Havana Black, and done most things in between.

Biography

“We sounded pretty good together!” - David ‘Honeyboy’ Edwards

“All of this punk rock blues experimentation in recent years has finally been perfected.” - Blues In London

“Bullfrog Brown is a rural blues expert.” - La Hora Del Blues

Some call Bullfrog Brown's music 'Delta Blues'; others hear echoes of the 'Fat Possum' sound. But categorise it how you will, this Estonian trio's combination of slide guitar, harp and gravel-voiced vocals proves to Australian Blues DJ Geoff Pegler that "the Blues is alive and well" in the Mother River Delta of the Estonian South.

Formed in Tartu by vocalist Alar Kriisa, guitarist Andres Roots and harmonica player Yllar Kart in 2003 and described as "huge stage presence and a superb band" by British Blues DJ Dave Raven, Bullfrog Brown have appeared live in England, Scotland, Finland, Czech, Slovakia, Latvia and Lithuania while maintaining a busy schedule in their native country.

In addition to backing Zigaboo Modeliste's keyboard man Eddie Baytos (USA) on the road and on national television, the band have shared stages and/or toured with David "Honeyboy" Edwards (USA), Dave Arcari (UK), Black River Bluesman (FIN), Bottleneck John (SWE), Alaska Kalan (FIN), Eugene "Hideaway" Bridges (USA), Havana Black (FIN), Hooter's Blues (NOR), The Cedars (UK), and many others.

For their 2005 release "Snakes and Devils", Bullfrog Brown recruited the talents of Raul Terep on drums and percussion, Peeter Piik on upright bass and Kalle Kindel on djembe, producing a CD that continues to receive airplay on blues radio shows on four continents. Instrumentally rooted deep in the Blues but with stunningly original lyrics by Andres Roots, this is an album that the American critic Michael Davenport calls both "inventive" and "a must hear for the deep blues lover". His French counterpart René Malines agrees, describing the music as "more real than the real thing."

Nominated for the 2006 "Tartu Deed of the Year" award, the follow-up EP "Uncooked" included an appearance by Marju Varblane on violin and met with an even more enthusiastic response, with Fatbluescat.com editor Steve Landy noting that "it will be the likes of Bullfrog Brown, Dan Treanor and Whiteboy Slim that force the blues to evolve."


• Winners of the Blindman’s Blues Forum showcase & the highest ranking blues band in ubl.com's Ultimate Band Competition, placing 6th in a 2-year race with thousands of international pop, rock, and hip-hop bands (2007)

• The only non-American artist & post-1971 recording to be featured in the History of Slide Guitar programme compiled by Radio Melibokus in Germany (2006)

• Festivals played include: Puistoblues, Finland (2006); Augustibluus, Estonia (2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007); Bliuzo Naktys, Lithuania (2005); Floating Cockroach Alt.Blues Festival, Finland (2007); Savonsolmu Beach & Blues Party, Finland (2007); WRA InterContinental Resophonic Guitar Festival, Czech Republic (2005); Kaavi Blues, Finland (2007); Bluza Krustceles, Latvia (2004); Fiesta de la Guitarra, Estonia (2006); Soodoma Rock, Estonia (2004); RockTrip, Estonia (2004); Lindalevi, Estonia (2003, 2004, 2006, 2007); Jannen Jamit, Finland (2006); WintFest, Estonia (2003); Supilinna Päevad, Estonia (2004, 2006)...

Lyrics

Blues For Masters

Written By: Andres Roots

Draggin’ yer feet on the spiral stairs
Never stop to worry ‘bout foreign affairs
Soul’s at peace ‘cuz the mind is empty
The skies are blue though yer feet are dirty

Never crowded for time often crowded for space
Hot little lover out of heavenly grace
Like a frog in a football runnin’ & fallin’
Yes I think I can hear you callin’

Sayin’ rock’n’roll is dead & buried in the ground
Johnny weren’t so good & now he’s leavin’ town
Bob Dylan has retired & Jimi couldn’t play
The Doors was just a movie & the Stones were rolled away

Well, the king is still a king when he ain’t wearin’ his crown
The king is still a king even when he’s leavin’ town
The king is still a king he don’t need to speak a sound
The king is still a king even in his morning gown

The king is still a king you can laugh & put him down
The king is still a king even when he’s prison-bound
The king is still a king & you can’t change that ‘round
The king is still a king buried six feet in the ground!

Dentist Blues

Written By: Andres Roots

I went to see a dentist, my teeth were full of holes
The doctor he took a big drill & then he drilled some more
Aw baby, the dentist blues it ain’t so bad
But when you got no teeth left, you got every reason to be glad

Oh the good doctor he drilled me, he drilled me with seven drills
The nurse stood smilin’ by & then she stuck me with seven bills
Aw baby, the dentist blues it ain’t so bad
But when you got no teeth left, you got every reason to be glad

I had to leave my baby, the little girl she was too sweet
Good lovin’ is hard to come by but I got to mind my teeth
Aw baby, the dentist blues it ain’t so bad
But when you got no teeth left, you got every reason in the world to be glad

Yes you do

Build Me A Statue

Written By: Andres Roots

Build me a statue to commemorate myself
Build me a statue me & no one else
Build me a statue nevermind yourself

Build me a statue mighty big & fine
Build me a statue eyesight to the blind
Build me a statue with a tight behind

Build me a statue with a pretty face
Build me a statue cover it in lace
Build me a statue with amazing grace

Build me a statue way up in the air
Build me a statue in the stratosphere
Build me a statue yes I do declare

Build me a statue with a stone-eyed stare
Build me a statue always make a spare
Build me a statue everywhere

Phantom Menace

Written By: Andres Roots

There was a phantom menace upon this pretty world
& all the pretty faces on all the pretty girls
There was a smell of terror faintly in the air
& all the icecream cones they had the taste of fear

& on the television they said: "It's not like that
"& even in the White House they know just where it's at."
The smell of sweet destruction, the glow of suicide
The night is drawin' near & the tide is gettin' high

Well I was born the night before & I know what I am
& 'bout these pretty faces I do not give a damn
When Noah built his Ark they all thought he was nuts
But he just had a God & he had a lot of guts

Now I'm a-goin' sailin', I'm out of here you know
This world that you've created can never be my home
I'm goin' over yonder, back where I belong
While you just watch TV & contemplate this song

The smell of ravin' madness can stick to you like glue
You better wash your ears or it will get to you
While you eat your icecream & watch those pretty girls
There is a phantom menace upon this pretty world

Stolen Nocturne #9

Written By: Andres Roots

A headless body in a topless bar
You may run fast but you won’t run far
You don’t know what you done, & I don’t care
I don’t want your money, I just want your head
I’m a killer, I’m gonna take you down
Yes I’m a killer, and I’m gonna take you down

I’m the flashlight in your window, I’m the shadow on your wall
I’m the silence in your bathroom, I’m the knock on your front door
I’m the button on your morning gown, I’m the dogface on your slipper
I’m the ringing in your doorbell sound but I sure ain’t Jack the Ripper
I’m a killer, I’m gonna take you down
Yes I’m a killer, and I’m gonna take you down

You’re the candle, I’m the light
Burn you down, melt you out of sight
I’m the fever, you’re the sweat
You’re still runnin’, I’m already set
I’m a killer, I’m gonna take you down
Yes I’m a killer, and I’m gonna take you down

Saucer Full Of Cream

Written By: Andres Roots

Twenty-four hours, thirty-one days
Twenty-seven years are tryin’ to get away
Sixty-seven suns with nine and ninety rays
Thirteen little girls with thirteen different ways
Eighty miles of hiway, thirty songs to play
One long cold black night, and man I’m here to stay

Forty shades of red, one more touch of blue
One more verse of twelve-bar blues
Tryin’ to get away, tryin’ a-start a-new
Twenty different traps with nineteen different glues
Every one is sticky, I only got one shoe
All I wanna do is be alone with you

Ninety-nine and one is when I’ll get to be free
Honey don’t help you when you’re stung by a bee
Billion dollar babies swimmin’ in a sea
I’m on a boat, and I’m drinkin’ my tea
One sack of coffee, one saucer full of cream
A sugar full of sugar and a pocket full of meat

All the colors of the ocean, all the moments of the time
All the numbers on my paycheck, all the figures on my mind
All the verses in the bible, all the horses on the line
None of this can help me find a place to hide
There’s a hundred million reasons, but she is just too fine
There’s only one of me, and I’m done cryin’

Blues For Tinkle

Written By: Andres Roots

Daddy was a master
Made a pair of wings
Ike, his son, around the sun
Took ’em for a swing

Mommy was a moses
Commandments on a plate
A flamin’ god in burnin’ bush
Standin’ by the gate

How come you’re so good to me
Like no one was before?
How is that you smile to me
How come & just what for?

Uncle was a helicopter
Had a lot of blades
He had many jobs that always
Landed him in jail

How is that you hold my hand
While they’re tearin’ down the wall?
How come you make love to me
While someone’s at the door?

Grandpa was a fairy
Granny was a god
No one knew her name
But she still caused the flood

How come when I look at you
I see myself instead?
How is that we spent three months
Stayin’ home in bed?

Buddy was a prophet
Said that you’re in love
He was all right then
But now he’s just on drugs

Mommy was a moses
Daddy was a dwarf
How come I’m in love
With all the hearts upon your scarf?

Whiskers

Written By: Andres Roots

I got a fire in the fireplace
Got a cat beside the stove
I got a fire in the fireplace
Got a cat beside the stove
Big yellow eyes and long white whiskers
All satisfied and slightly bored

Got a roar in the stomach
Got an oven in the soul
Got a roar in the stomach
Got an oven in the soul
Well I feel just like that cat
And I ain’t never gonna go to work no more

I’m gonna get up in the morning
When the sun is shinin’ bright
I’m gonna get up in the morning
When the sun is shinin’ bright
I’m gonna lounge around all day
I’m gonna play around all night

I’m gonna make myself some coffee
And then I might just read a book
I’m gonna brew myself some coffee
And then I might just read a book
People walkin’ past my window
All I do is sit and look

I’m gonna learn my value
I’m gonna get all dignified
I’m gonna learn my value
I’m gonna get all dignified
If there’s a purpose to this life
It better run away and hide!

I’m gonna grow some whiskers
Man, I’m gonna wag my tail
I’m gonna grow some whiskers
Man, I’m gonna wag my tail
Walk softly in the night
Lean and mean and hard as nails

I got a fire in the fireplace
Got a cat beside the stove
I got a fire in the fireplace
Got a cat beside the stove
Well I feel just like that cat
And I ain’t gonna work no more

Discography

"Snakes and Devils"
KWAQ Records 2005

"Uncooked" (EP)
KWAQ Records 2006

"Tundra" (EP)
KWAQ Records 2007
Release date: Sept. 29

Set List

Mainly original material with the occasional cover thrown in - anything from Robert Johnson to Deep Purple.

Set lengths vary from 15-minute support slots to 60-minute headlining appearances to 4x45 full-length club gigs.