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Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, United States | SELF

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"The Resurrectionists - Chainsaw Heart"

The awesome guys that make up local stomping and hollering, whiskey soaked, americana band The Resurrectionists put out a new record, My Chainsaw Heart, in the beginning of March. Seeing them all amped up live is a very worthwhile experience and if you ever get the chance, go see them! Luckily you can get a taste of their live performance in this video (after the jump) of their album opener "Apocalypse (Applause!)". This song, like many of their others causes an ants in my pants effect where I'm always itching to get up and clap and stomp along. You can stream/buy/free download their music on bandcamp. - New Music Collaborative


"ALL THE WAY LIVE: THE 2011 NEW ENGLAND AMERICANA FESTIVAL"

Saturday, April 2

WORDS | Peter Legasey PHOTOS | Steve Wollkind

The first thing I saw when I arrived at Church for Night 3 of the 2011 New England Americana Festival was a little blue penguin. It had a pair of handcuffs around its jugular binding it to a cage inside a sketchy-looking van in the parking lot. I couldn’t help wondering if perhaps I had taken a bit too much Dayquil prior to leaving for the show. But if a few visions of an S&M remake of Happy Feet is the price I pay for being able to hear the music above my own flu symptoms, I guess I can live with that.

The Resurrectionists: Sparkly vests, cowboy hats and… well, more sparkly vests were the prevailing fashion trends of the evening. No surprise there, but I was expecting to see a few more garments made from bastardized American Flags. The only one I spotted at first wander was the guitar strap worn by Alex Kissel of the local roots band on stage when I arrived. The ‘Urrectionists (okay, bad abbreviation) had a neat little dynamic going between their two singers. Kissel’s voice was as clean-cut and disciplined as his appearance, while Ben Crouch had some scruff to his chops, both vocal and facial. The fellas got the boots in the crowd kickin’ during their last tune, the fast-paced “Jesus Loves You (But He Don’t Love That Noise You Make),” during which Crouch briefly left the stage to swing elbows with some cowgirls in the audience.

The Whiskey Boys: Playing the last of three mini-sets on the mini-stage atop the Church pool table, Fiddler/crooner David Delaney invited the audience to choose, via applause, whether the Whiskey Boys should sing a version of their song wherein his character lives in the end, or one in which he dies a (presumably horrible) death. The audience chose death. The Boys obliged, and followed with a tune that fulfilled Delaney’s promise that this would be their “emo set” – the chorus went something like “loose lips sink ships, loose lips sink relationships.” Someone pass the guyliner!

Glenn Yoder and His Merry Band: Looking All-American as fuck with a faded “Ohio” t-shirt and an acoustic guitar, former Cassavette Glenn Yoder played at least two songs that felt like horse trail versions of Shawn Mullins’ “Lullaby.” The Kentucky trio was joined by Cambridge’s Laurence Scudder, who dosed the living Tommy Hilfiger advertisement with some psychedelic space-wah fiddle solos.

Mr. Sister: Ordinarily a four-piece folk pop outfit, Mr. Sister performed three sets as a duo on the side stage. Standing motionless in a plantain-colored dress, Amelia Emmet opened each set with a solemn, old-timey hymn played with no instrument save for her lilting, beautifully eerie voice. Watching the packed house fall silent and turn, layer by layer, in her direction when she began was one of the more surreal moments of the evening.

Cactus Attack: On a night that featured plenty of scholarly, professional-sounding tributes to the folk masters of old, Cactus Attack poured on the moonshine and spent their half-hour howling like wounded coyotes (…coyotes do howl, right?). Even their cantering waltz about trying to ease the nerves of their worried moms was noisy and belligerent.

Chasing Blue: In addition to busting out some of the filthiest solos of the night, this bluegrass quintet was the first act I saw that dared to rock the main stage without a drummer. Instead, the rhythm was provided by Alex Muri, who apparently rocked so hard that he blew out his amplifier. Without hesitation, he propped a drum mic in front of his stand-up bass for the duration of their set (how’s that for American ingenuity?). Banjoist/co-songwriter Maggie MacKay seemed as impressed with the chops of her mates as I was, her face lighting up with each acrobatic solo like a toddler at a magic show. Chatting briefly with MacKay after the concert, I learned that the Nova Scotia native is currently fighting for her right to stay in the U.S. So, if you’ve ever wanted to marry (legitimately, of course!) an attractive blonde who plays a mean banjo, you might want to find something nice to wear and check your local listings for the next Chasing Blue concert.


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Coyote Kolb: The swirling, infinity-bar blues jam that concluded ‘Kolb’s set was probably the closest I’ll get to seeing a live performance of “Whipping Post” until I’m wealthy enough to afford a ticket to an actual Allman brothers concert. Festival organizer Noel Coakley earned that sheriff’s star he wore with some gun slinging on both the banjo and pedal steel guitar. Looking like a band of tattooed outlaws from the wild west, they opened with some smoldering tribal numbers that had me looking around for Jim Morrison’s Indian car crash (I didn’t see it. Guess I should have taken more Dayquil).

Eric Royer and his Guitar Machine: What could possibly be more “Americana” than an old-timey one-man band? In addition to the banjo in his arms, the dobro on his lap and the harmonica round his neck, Eric Royer used his feet to operate a contraption that looked like a pair of conjoined guitars that escaped from a Nine Inch Nails video. A few people were poking around at the apparatus when he left it unattended while playing on the main stage with another band, and I kept waiting for one of them to lose a finger in the steampunk mélange of pipes and springs.

Sam Reid and The Riot Act: By 11 pm, most of the audience was dancing, making out, firing off those confetti-spewing derringers or doing all three at once. Not me, of course. By now, the Dayquil had worn off, leaving this cowboy with some achy-breaky muscle-tissue and a bootload of mucus. Meanwhile, Sam Reid and co. were coming the closest of any band that night to playing the kind of country you hear at the ACM Awards. This was likely a relief to the older gentleman with the star-spangled dress shirt and serious handlebar mustache who I assume spent most of the evening wondering when Toby Keith was gonna show up.

Gearan, Royer, Ryan and McNeill: One change you might see at next year’s Americana-fest is a slightly earlier drawing for the nightly raffle. I saw tons of folks buy tickets throughout the night, but many of them had passed out, gone home or accidentally swallowed their ticket by now, judging from the mathematical abomination of numbers that had to be read before we finally had a winner. In the end, I think they might even have rigged it just so GRRM could start their set before closing time. I spent most of their hour-long performance waiting to ask someone in the band what effect Tim Gearan was using to make his telecaster sound so much like a fiddle. Singer Christian McNeill informed me that neither Gearan, nor anyone else in the group, was using any effect pedal of any kind. I should really go home and lie down.

Three Day Threshold: It was sort of ironic that Gogol Bordello was playing up the street at the House of Blues at that exact moment, because while Three-Day Threshold was dashing through their gypsified punkabilly staple, “My Favorite Titty Bar,” all I could think was: “Wow! This is exactly what Gogol Bordello shows used to be like before they started playing venues that were way too big to cultivate the kind of wedding-party atmosphere that made them fun in the first place!”

Throughout their 151-proof nightcap, 3DT’s lineup swelled and morphed like an amoeba as various members of the other bands (and the audience) joined them on stage. The set ended with a triple shot of iconic covers, during which washboardist Emily Holman handed out percussion instruments of various sorts (cowbells, tambourines, a glass Coke bottle that I initially thought was a… well, never mind). Frontman Kier Byrnes was equally generous, passing the mic to whomever was quick enough to grab it first.

The climactic sing-a-long was not without its casualties. The final tally: one broken tambourine, at least two shattered pint glasses, and god knows how many people who went home contaminated by some thoughtless plague monkey who can’t keep his germy ass out of the pit when a band starts playing “Honkey Tonk Woman.” - The Weekly Dig


"C.D. On Songs: The Resurrectionists - “Apocalypse (Applause!)”"

On the third day, you shall behold the Resurrectionists. This is my prophecy. Because three days away (in a manner of speaking, we have today, tomorrow and then Saturday is the third day) the Resurrectionists are going to release their new record to an anxiously awaiting world. Roll away the stone keeping you home Saturday night and head on over to the Lizard Lounge. There you shall find today's featured band playing along with their "good pals" Sand Machine and Soda Frog. They promise to explore themes like "good love gone bad," and have graced us with a sneak preview. Viva la Ressurectionistas!


The Resurrectionists - “Apocalypse (Applause!)”
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Now the name of today’s band implies some kind of miraculous sort of revival situation. It takes a good bit of doing to reanimate anything, and the Resurrectionists manage to show a good bit of energy all the while not being obnoxiously peppy or overly sunshiney. That is a good thing, because there’s a whole paradigm thing going on here between the reborn name of the group and the end-of-the-world title of the song.

“Apocalypse (Applause!)” treads the line carefully, maintaining a darkly upturned face. There is hope implied in the stretching and rising chorus, yet it always resignedly tails back down to its original cruising altitude. The post-chorus (there are so few post-choruses in the world, sigh) takes another stab at optimism with some fast-actin’ lyrics. The whole song bends and stretches, between the aforementioned vocals and a lead guitar that makes each note a phrase, bending the blue notes and the half-tones and the full-tones and sometimes more. It sounds like the Resurrectionists must save a lot of money on guitar picks, as they use them very, very rarely throughout their playing.

All the bending and sliding gives the song a springy, elastic tone, and it is the rebound of the kinetic energy that brings the song around the bend and up and down the mountain. This sort of slingshot action gives the track enough locomotion through its just-over five minute runtime, making the listener feel well taken-care-of and ready for more. - Boston Band Crush


"100 Bands Review: Review #43 - The Resurrectionists"

What’s Left: 206 Days. 57 Bands.
Band #43: The Resurrectionists

When/Where: January 7th, Midway Cafe, Jamaica Plain, MA
Expectations: I saw them play before and was completely enthralled. Nothing like loud stomping and hollering to warm up a cold January eve.

Concert: It was getting late when they finally took the stage, urging the crowd to move forward and dance. The audience found it easy to acquiesce to their request as they banged out four lively numbers straight through just to get everybody warmed up. They even jumped off stage, linking arms with strangers, to do-si-do with the dancing crowd. They played the rough and tumble track “Jesus Loves You,” which could be an easy and seamless substitution for HBO’s True Blood theme song. It has that same dark atmosphere and a sound like it came straight from the Louisiana bayou. The Resurrectionists brought an energetic amalgam of bluesy, rock, and foot-stomping tunes to the Midway Cafe, along with a dancing crowd and that’s no easy feat in this city.

Concert Afterglow: This is a show I’d go see over and over again. They are consistent in their rock-out-ability and in making every show feel like a party.

Recommendation: This is local entertainment at it’s finest. Support your local scene and see them if you can. - Sunset in the Rearview


"Show Crush: The Resurrectionists / The Acre at the Lizard Lounge tonight"

by Richard Bouchard

Closing out their November residency at the Lizard Lounge, The Resurrectionists will be packing up their wares and moving down the road. Playing a hodge podge of honky tonk carnie tunes, indie Americana and roadhouse blues, they own whatever stage they might find themselves on, be it a slick and shiny club or a dark, dusty saloon. Earnest and sincere, they preserve the mighty tradition of the Americana pioneers who came before them.

Over the course of the month they’ve been joined by some of the best in the city - The Gilded Splinters, Dan Fram and his Low Brow Boys and even Rick Berlin and the Nickel and Dime Band; the final night of this series also marks the return of band co-founder Jeremy Munday. The Acre, featuring bearded Band Crush blogger Nick Murphy, open. Starting with singer/songwriter sensibilities and layering on thick swathes of shoegaze fuzz, The Acre craft each song with delicate focus, never becoming cumbersome. - Boston Band Crush


"The Resurrectionists - Cordelia [Listen Local]"

I'd like to introduce you to The Resurrectionists, who I came across when I was looking up concerts at The Lizard Lounge in Cambridge. They had a month long residency there in November and I was lucky enough to catch their last show of that residency. It was one of those concerts that I left wondering why I didn't see them the past three weeks, it would have been worth it. The song they played at their concert from their soon to be released album, "Chainsaw Heart" was enough to keep me wanting more. But if you're in Boston you can catch their next show at grand re-opening of The Midway Cafe in Jamaica Plain on January 7th. It's slated to be my first concert of 2011 and I couldn't be more excited.

The Resurrectionists have been a part of the Boston americana-roots/rock scene for four years now. They bring to the table a lively amalgam of blusey, rock, and foot stomping tunes that sound best turned up loud. My favorite song of theirs, "Cordelia", sounds like it was born in the Louisiana bayou. I can't help but sing along with the theatrical background vocals as he sings Cordelia over and over. I feel like their song "Jesus Loves You", could be an easy and seamless substitution for HBO's True Blood theme song. It has that same dark atmosphere, partially due to that unique steel guitar sound. With lyrics like "Heard you started boozin' at 3pm/Heard you lost your religion like REM/Heard you got that guitar and formed a rock 'n' roll band/Let loose three weighty bar chords, sang of your inner pain" You'll be putting their songs on repeat and stomping your foot along in no time.

- New Music Collaborative


"Show Crush: The Dark Holler Stomp and Musical Revue VII at the Midway tomorrow night"

by Nick Murphy

The Resurrectionists started the Dark Holler Stomp and Musical Revue series at the Midway Cafe about a year and a half ago as an outlet to play the music they love and, in their own words, "stretch the boundaries of Ameican roots music." The seventh installment takes place tomorrow night and will feature acts who are clearly fond of times gone by but are still in touch with their modern sensibilities. There'll be boot stomping mixed with jangling tambourines and twangy strings all night long, as well as no small amount of boozing and back slapping.

The Ressurectionists put on one hell of a honky-tonkin', hoot hollerin' good time. Their blend of blues, soul and Americana will get you dancing and stomping your feet. Our man C.D. covered them a little while back in his column, and as always he included a free download. Check it out here.

Kicking off the show with a champagne waltz are Dave Aaronoff and the Protagonists, followed by jug band wheeze extrordinaires Comanchero and coutry psychgazers Broken River Prophet. We'll be there – will you?

The Ressurectionists
Dave Aaronoff and the Protagonists
Comanchero
Broken River Prophet

8PM / 21+ / $8
Midway Cafe
Facebook Event

- Boston Band Crush


"C.D. On Songs: The Resurrectionists - "Cordelia" (Nov 2, 2010)"

It seems like everyone is urging you to do a certain something today. Like really, really strongly urging you to do this certain something. Like it is your duty as a citizen to do this certain something. You know what it is? You guessed it. Go see The Resurrectionists tonight at The Lizard Lounge. And then maybe next week and the week after - this is a residency after all. But this week they’ll be sharing the evening with The Gilded Splinters, who we heard from just a few short weeks ago. So go out there and do it! You will be glad you did. I am not just saying this because this band features dude-among-dudes Al Moore, but also because the Resurrectionist in the middle sort of reminds me of Dexter, and you don't want to mess with him. So just do it.

The Resurrectionists - “Cordelia”
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“Cordelia” starts off slowly at first, sneaking its way through your windows in the brief moments before dawn. The furtive ride cymbal checks to make sure the coast is clear and then beckons in the sliiiiiiiding notes of the lead guitar. The guitar isn’t so sneaky; in fact it is probably the the thing that is going to make you sit up in bed and take notice that a song is working its way into your house, and that song is The Resurrectionists’ “Cordelia,” and “Cordelia” isn’t wrecking the place, it just wants to make sure you see it. Because once you enter the room, they turn on the lights and start things a-workin’.

This track is dark and dusty, like the Ghost Riders In The Sky just rode on by and left some of their western giddyup-melancholy all over the place. This track may remind those of us who are extremely well-cultured of Carter Burwell’s score for Raising Arizona, although it may just be the soaring operatic vocals of the ghostly cowboys in the background. It also might be the dual personalities of the guitar, which moans at some points and rambles on in others.

There is a bit of menace to this song; but it’s the fun sort where you can’t tell if you are among the menacers or the menacees. This song is definitely a bit of fun, so we’ll assume we’re part of the in-crowd. The scattershot guitar and galloping beat are the stars of the track, but each part of the track is interesting, bringing everything together to create an engaging piece.

- Boston Band Crush


"Album Review"

THE RESURRECTIONISTS
Here Hope Flows Like
Blood From the Nose
11-song CD

An original spin on roots rock; call it retro-garde. Everything old is new again. Even quirky tracks like the stumbo-tempoed “The Dirty Third,” the riffing Beefheart-flavored “A Dry Night in Chambersburg,” and the loping anthem “The Honeyspot Motor Lodge” fail to jar us loose from the pleasantly atmospheric Americana so generously on display here. The lyrics and the music combine in a way that rewards close attention. The album as a whole is almost filmic; it is meant to envelop one, and is best heard, one suspects, in a dark room after day is done where the shadows play on the wall and as you take your ease you sink into your rest and for a spell you don’t really much care if the sun don’t ever rise no more. (Francis DiMenno)

www.thenoise-boston.com - The Noise


"Album Review II"

Resurrectionists - Here Hope Flows Like Blood From The Nose (Self-Released)
reviewed by Michael Macomber

The footprints of the Resurrectionists can be found along the same dusty path traveled by the Alternative Tentacles act Slim Cessna’s Auto Club. Backwoods hellfire and brimstone serves as powerful inspiration for both bands. Their songs also share a steely guitar twang, a Southern note-bending style that adds a creepy twist to every lyric. Still, the Resurrectionists are not merely Slim Cessna Part Two. There’s a bit of Tom Waits here as well, not to mention a heaping helping of originality.

The clanking, lurching genius of tunes such as “The Dirty Third” and “Old Pale Face Goes To The Theater” definitely set the band apart. The blues and jazz-tinged “Cities Of The South” moves like a mountain lion sizing up its prey. “The Honeyspot Motor Lodge” comes in raging, then kicks back to a dizzying sway, spinning images of greasy sheets and ashtrays piled high with cigarette butts. “A Dry Night In Chambersburg” is a musical cousin to ’60s rock and roll, while still holding on to the band’s revivalist roots.

The closest the Resurrectionists come to the Slim Cessna sound is on “Jesus Loves You,” and this seems more like homage than imitation. Clearly, these boys respect Slim, and see a kindred soul there. But their own sound is genuine and honest, underpinned by a love for country, blues, jazz, and weird history.

For those who prefer their Americana with a side order of strangeness, The Resurrectionists are the perfect bizarre blue plate special. With every bite, you get something a little different, and by the time you’re done, you’ll be more than satisfied.
- www.retromusicreview.com


"Defend Yourself! featuring Ben Crouch"

Ben Crouch has been a fixture in local music for years. From playing in The Less Lonesome to his current ensemble, The Resurrectionists, he's contributed to the flowering of the Cambridge folk scene. We spoke to him after he pulled off the Mass. Pike in Framingham. He had been attending an organic farming course in Worcester. He's currently the program director at City Fruit.

IT MAKES SENSE THAT YOUR MUSIC IS A LITTLE 'ROOTSY.'

[laughs] Well, between [fellow songwriter] Alex Kissel and I, it's a great dialogue. We both grew up in rural areas and it's a good conversation that goes on lyrically. It's more of a discussion than making a point. And he's an English teacher and a great writer.

THE CLUBS HAVE HARVESTED QUITE A SCENE AROUND HERE.

Sally's, Midway Café, Lizard Lounge. There's other great clubs in Boston, but we know those really well.

IT'S REALLY BEARING FRUIT! ... IF YOU DON'T MIND THAT TURN OF PHRASE.

No, I don't!

IT ALSO APPEARS YOUR BAND MAY DRINK A LITTLE BIT.

[laughs] We tipple. Give or take. It can be a boon to your life or a burden, and I think it's been both in probably all our lives. There are consequences to being too celebratory.

IT WORKS AS LONG AS IT'S A REWARD ... AND NOT A REWARD FOR HAVING BEEN DRUNK THE DAY BEFORE.

There's a culture around it, of course. Alex is a whiskey drinker. He pronounces it WH-iskey. He's got the Kansas wind in there.

ANY SPECIAL SURPRISES WE CAN SCOOP FOR THIS SHOW?

We're headlining, so it's a rarity we can stretch out musically like this. Expect a little bit of theatrer, a little bit of conversation, a little bit of storytelling and a whole lot of music.

[The Resurrectionists at Sally O'Brien's Bar and Grill. Thu 12.18.08. 335 Somerville Ave., Union Sq., Somerville. 98pm/21+/free. 617.666.3589. sallyobriensbar.com, theresurrectionists.com]

- Weekly Dig


"Getting to Know the Resurrectionists"

Each week, we take a look through our Sonicbids dropbox and let a band tell us about themselves. This week, get to know The Resurrectionists. You can catch them at Sally O'Brien's in Somerville on Thursday, December 18.

Band Name: The Resurrectionists

Members:
Ben Crouch: bass, vocals, percussion (Caneadea, NY)
Alex Kissel: guitar, vocals, bass, percussion (Baxter Springs, KS)
Al Moore: guitar, percussion (Greenwich, CT)
Steve Turcott: drums, vocals (Seattle, WA)

Releases:
Here Hope Flows Like Blood from the Nose (2008)

Websites:
www.theresurrectionists.com
www.myspace.com/resurrectionists

How did you form?

BEN: Former bandmate Jeremy Munday and I recruited Alex and Al on Craigslist in September, 2006. We were hoping to net a drummer but instead ended up with 2 guitarists. Al was a natural lead guitarist for the band, but Alex showed that he was an exceptional singer and songwriter at his audition. Munday and I talked for about 10 minutes after we met with Alex and decided that Munday would play drums because we couldn't turn down either one.

We borrowed Steve from The Gulf earlier this year. (We've thus far convinced him to stay on by pretending to support his extreme political leanings and general outlandishness.) Munday moved over to National steel guitar for the next several shows. Unfortunately, we lost him to Caltech this summer after he finished his PhD in physics at Harvard. We miss him, mostly because he had the best surname.

Who are some of your influences?

BEN: Tom Waits looms large. Slim Cessna's Auto Club, Jay Munly, 16 Horsepower and the whole "Denver sound" have guided our approach to storytelling and song structure.

AL: In a telling example of the wild eclecticism in this band, I didn’t even know there was such a thing as the "Denver Sound" until I just heard that. Is that a ski thing? A couple of dudes playing "Hotel California" in the lodge with a bongo player and a 12-string guitar? If so, that shit has decidedly NOT guided our approach so far as I can tell.

BEN: It’s a gothic Americana thing…

The Rolling Stones figure into a lot of Al's guitar work. We like Neil Young and Crazyhorse for the fuzzed out, one-to-three note solos, not to mention the storytelling in those songs. Mark Lanegan's solo work is haunting, dark and soulful in all the best ways.

AL: The Rolling Stones figure into ALL of my guitar work....and I'll take the one-to-three note solo remark as complimentary.

Finish the sentence, someone would like your band if they like…

AL: Roots music that takes risks. Our modern influences are varied, but we're united in our appreciation of history and American roots music. That combination really comes out in our material.

What has your most memorable moment as a band been?

AL: We played a gig at 3 PM outside JP Licks in JP. As if the odds of a "good" show weren't slim enough, it was also raining the entire time, rendering the gig life-threatening. But we're nothing if not professional. Steve put a friggin tarp over his drums. A thick-ass tarp. I have a photo of this. Meanwhile, a six year old, a junkie, and some old people comprised most of our viewing audience. One of the old people actually stole money out of our CD "lockbox." Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of that--so the geezer got away with it.

Walk us through your songwriting process...

BEN: I'm not usually the kind of writer who can "sit down to write". If I want to jumpstart the process, I'll take a walk or ride my bicycle. I always hear words and melodies in the rhythm of movement. Most songs start that way. The rest of the process is a conversation with the band. I write most of the progressions and arrange the songs on bass. I bring a skeleton of a song to the band and we work together to flesh them out. Everyone plays back what they hear.

Alex brings in some material and it tends to work the same way. From time to time, Alex and I take up on his back porch with a bottle of whiskey and whittle away for a few hours. We wrote one of our best songs, "The Pilgrim" that way. We edit each other's lyrics and offer each other lines, too. Alex is a very theatrical performer, so I write a lot of vocal parts for him to see how he’ll interpret them. He’s the Kinski to my Herzog, except we both sing and never once was there a raft full of monkeys and dead men.

Who is the best musician in your band?

BEN: Steve Turcott is a masterful drummer and keeps us all on the path toward righteousness.

Al: I'm really glad you asked that question. I’ve thought about it a lot over the life of our band. I am the best musician in the band.

What is your favorite local venue?

The Lizard Lounge--it's intimate, the staff are very nice and they consistently have the best sound of any small club in town. They care about the music and the bands that play there at least as much as any venue in town.

What separates you from other local bands?

AL: For starters, the fact that I am in the band separates us from other local bands. If you think about it, that distinction holds a lot of water when you consider that I am the best musician in the band.

What do you have coming up that people should know about?

We're playing the whole night at Sally O'Brien's in Somerville on December 18th. Also, look out for the second installment of our own music series, "The Dark Holler Stomp and Musical Revue" coming back to the Midway Cafe on January 31st. It's our way of building a scene of likeminded roots-rockers and playing with our favorite local and regional bands. The last show in October was a smash, so we're looking forward to carrying the momementum into the next one.

- Boston Music Spotlight


"Critics Pick"

DARK HOLLER STOMP & MUSICAL REVUE

The Resurrectionists, a Cambridge collective given to bleary roadhouse stomps and semi-acoustic Americana romps, headline this quarterly installment of underground roots mayhem that sounds equal parts Johnny Cash, 16 Horsepower, and the Gun Club. - Boston Globe


"Review from Robert Reed - Mississippi Sound Cooperative Co-founder"

"Not unlike the original body snatching "Resurrectionists" of old.... THE Resurrectionists the band snatch your musical soul and impart glorious dark rhythms, lyrics, and haunting guitar riffs to awaken and satisfy. Sordidly perfect vocals provide ear candy deluxe! The Mississippi Sound CoOperative gives high praise to this band from Cambridge Mass and suggests that those who don't take the time to jam to these artist's songs are truly missing out on a special exotic treat!" - The Resurrectionists


Discography

"My Chainsaw Heart", self-released on March 5, 2011. We have an national distribution deal for college radio and are currently in rotation at several stations in the local market. Available at www.bandcamp.com and www.itunes.com

"Here Hope Flows Like Blood from the Nose", self-released in July, 2008. Selected by critic Francis DiMenno of the Noise in his Top 10 local albums of 2008. Available at www.cdbaby.com/resurrectionists, and other online MP3 merchants.

The song, "The Dirty Third", from the album is appearing on Rodenticide: The Best of Dark Roots Music Volume III to be released on Devil's Ruin Records, March 23, 2010.

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Bio

Formed in 2006, The Resurrectionists celebrate the dark depths of American roots music with a feel-good, righteous rock fervor. Refined over the course of countless gigs in and around Boston, the 4-piece band’s performances combines driving rhythms and hellbent showmanship with a twilit vocal tour of love and faith, booze and the blues.

Most recently the Boston Phoenix nominated the band for best Americana/Roots act for their Best Music Poll. The nominations include national breakout acts, the David Wax Museum and Points North. The awards will be given in May. A residency at Cambridge’s iconic Lizard Lounge highlight the band’s late 2010 calendar. 2011 saw the release of a new album, “My Chainsaw Heart,” with a follow up show at the Lizard Lounge. A string of glowing reviews and a Saturday night spot at the New England Americana Festival followed the residency and release show. Plans for the rest of 2011 include a national tour, recording a new album, and several tribute shows with the best of Boston's Americana rock scene.

Past highlights include the 2008 release of the band's debut album "Here Hope Flows Like Blood From the Nose” and launching a quarterly musical series, "the Dark Holler Stomp and Musical Revue," dedicated to pushing the boundaries of American roots rock. Headlining slots on local Americana rock bills followed in addition to supporting gigs with like-minded national acts such as Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, Rev. Peyton's Big Damned Band, Trampled by Turtles, The Devil Makes Three, Red Elvises, and Scott H. Biram.