wooden indian burial ground

Music] Last night's show by Wooden Indian Burial Ground made for one of the most haunting, disturbing and overall pleasant shows I been to in a while. The duo rocked Burt's Tiki Lounge last night, employing banjos, marimbas and tambourines, in a show that in another time and place could have been mistaken for some backwoods medicine show/revival. The lead vocals, Justin sat with a banjo propped on his knee and a tambourine lashed to his foot that he would stomp furiously, wailing a hoarse howl as cohort Judy slowly rocked back and forth pounding her bass drum.

The duo seemed so enmeshed in their own music it was like they were hypnotized. It was one of those great performance where its not that the band doesn't know there's an audience in front of them, but you almost get the impression that if no one would have showed up they would still have played the same tense and simultaneously slow and pulsing set to a dark and empty bar. It wasn't until halfway through someone in the crowd barked out: "Who are you guys?!" To which Justin, shook from his reverie announced: "Oh we're Wooden Indian Burial Ground, oh and we got some stuff over there for sale if you want," then lowered his eyes to the ground and began playing again.

All and all a fantastic show, I must admit as it was the first I'd heard of them, a lot of lyrics just washed over me, but when they closed with a cover of Rolling Stones "Dead Flowers" I was quite happy to see them render it with more rock and roll than the stones did and with an as equal of a helping of soul and angst as the Townes Van Zandt version. (Eric S. Peterson) - Salt Lake City Weekly

WOODEN INDIAN BURIAL GROUND
Some things will never die, no matter how deeply you bury them alive. Wooden Indian Burial Ground invigorates the spirit of time-tested Americana with compositions that’ll both raise your little neck hairs and help the whiskey go down. Smooth. Songs like “Funeral for the Flowers” have a Tom Waits/barroom quality that tangos with the Portland duo’s distinct addition of background banshee screams and muffled declarations (“Let’s Open Another Bottle”). Mostly, WIBG’s self-released debut The Bones They Are Naked sounds like ghosts jamming through thin walls, mastering the marimba, bass and banjo they picked up in another dimension. Burt’s Tiki Lounge, 726 S. State, 10 p.m. Info: 521-0572 - SL Weekly

"Wooden Indian Burial Ground are a two piece. They use banjo, percussion, harmonica and vocals and swirl it all together into a druken stew of broken hearts and lost ways."-Allen @ thee office of doctor glorious. - Thee Office Of Doctor Glorious

I went to Outsider Folk last night and it was quite the event. That night it was hosted at The Hickey Underworld and their were plenty of friendly faces to go around. The lineup for the night was Plexus, Camp Followers, Wooden Indian Burial Ground, and Chameleoness. I arrived late so I was only able to catch the sets of Wooden Indian Burial Ground and Chameleoness.

Wooden Indian Burial Ground was the touring band for the night and had traveled down the coast from Oregon. The duo put on a great set dipping their feet in different sub-genre's of folk rock. A assortment of instruments including a banjo, tambourine, and a bass drum completed the dynamic performance. Justin, vocals, sat with a tambourine tied to the bottom of his left foot while he playing his acoustic guitar and singing into the microphone. Judy, bass, sat alongside Justin and played different instruments with such ease as different songs began. The crowd that had formed at The Hickey Underworld to watch the set soon began participating in the music playing an assortment of drums, glass bottles around the living room, and maracas to recurrent beat. The rough and raw vocals of the group soon became a reminiscent of groups such as Ugly Casanova and Tom Waits. After the set I picked up a copy of their EP the Bones They Are Naked they were selling for $5. After hearing the talent that this young duo has, I hope to see them progress and see yet another outstanding live performance of theirs. - You Won't Recall This In the Morning