Delmore Pilcrow
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Delmore Pilcrow

Denton, Texas, United States | Established. Jan 01, 2008 | SELF

Denton, Texas, United States | SELF
Established on Jan, 2008
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"Worn to the Weft with Delmore Pilcrow"


Delmore: now that's a blues name.
Pilcrow: that's the paragraph mark, looks like a backwards "P".

Yesterday I was preparing to write a journal about a couple of relatively obscure great albums (it's still on the to-do list), when I ran across a really, really obscure album that hasn't even been released yet. In an effort to jump in ahead of the inevitable discussion of whether this band is over- or underrated (too new! not even rated yet, you miserable rate calibrators!), I'm thrilled to be the first to review Delmore Pilcrow's Worn to the Weft.

The tags on the artist page say "folk" and "new weird america" and the like, and I guess that's fair, but misleading. If it's folk, it's of the ragged electrified variety, and if it's weird, it's because it's got some of The Velvet Underground's DNA mingled with spooky old threadbare country and blues. Tracks like PlayPoor Tom and PlayWhy Oh Why You are dirty and sturdy blues songs that wouldn't sound out of place on records by The White Stripes or The Black Keys, at least until the latter song breaks down into a fire and brimstone crash n' thump.

However, Delmore Pilcrow are not strict blues revivalists; the album owes some of its lyrical imagery and sonics to country gothic bands like 16 Horsepower, The Gun Club, and Trailer Bride, and some of the gritty riffs (PlayThe Most Popular Mister) recall freak-punk pioneers Meat Puppets. Come to think of it, Pilcrow's singer sounds a bit like Curt Kirkwood, too.

Put all that together with decent (if somewhat gnomic) lyrics that have a bit of literary ambition without pretension, and Delmore Pilcrow is a band that sounds fully-formed and ready for a little hype. I run across lots of obscure stuff, but most of it isn't nearly this good.

http://www.last.fm/user/rockrobster23/journal/2008/04/17/cwwpi_worn_to_the_weft_with_delmore_pilcrow - Last.fm


"Worn to the Weft with Delmore Pilcrow"


Delmore: now that's a blues name.
Pilcrow: that's the paragraph mark, looks like a backwards "P".

Yesterday I was preparing to write a journal about a couple of relatively obscure great albums (it's still on the to-do list), when I ran across a really, really obscure album that hasn't even been released yet. In an effort to jump in ahead of the inevitable discussion of whether this band is over- or underrated (too new! not even rated yet, you miserable rate calibrators!), I'm thrilled to be the first to review Delmore Pilcrow's Worn to the Weft.

The tags on the artist page say "folk" and "new weird america" and the like, and I guess that's fair, but misleading. If it's folk, it's of the ragged electrified variety, and if it's weird, it's because it's got some of The Velvet Underground's DNA mingled with spooky old threadbare country and blues. Tracks like PlayPoor Tom and PlayWhy Oh Why You are dirty and sturdy blues songs that wouldn't sound out of place on records by The White Stripes or The Black Keys, at least until the latter song breaks down into a fire and brimstone crash n' thump.

However, Delmore Pilcrow are not strict blues revivalists; the album owes some of its lyrical imagery and sonics to country gothic bands like 16 Horsepower, The Gun Club, and Trailer Bride, and some of the gritty riffs (PlayThe Most Popular Mister) recall freak-punk pioneers Meat Puppets. Come to think of it, Pilcrow's singer sounds a bit like Curt Kirkwood, too.

Put all that together with decent (if somewhat gnomic) lyrics that have a bit of literary ambition without pretension, and Delmore Pilcrow is a band that sounds fully-formed and ready for a little hype. I run across lots of obscure stuff, but most of it isn't nearly this good.

http://www.last.fm/user/rockrobster23/journal/2008/04/17/cwwpi_worn_to_the_weft_with_delmore_pilcrow - Last.fm


"North of the Dial"

If Delmore Pilcrow frontman Chris Garver wanted to avoid stultifying genre tags like "freak folk" or "new weird America," he might have considered picking a less freaky, folky or weird cover for the band's new record, Worn to the Weft. It's a collage depicting, among other things, medieval souls in various states of torment, a woman's oversized head marked with some kind of phrenology chart, a keyboard instrument that appears to produce sounds from an array of caged cats and an antique biological chart. Plus, it's green.

But Worn to the Weft is too loud and ragged to keep company with the psych-, anti-, or freak-folk crowds. If the first track, a gospel-tinged shuffle called "Left Shoe Right Shoe," doesn't exactly banish all thoughts of Devendra Banhart or Joanna Newsome from your mind, three seconds of the second track—"Poor Tom," with its overt Velvet Underground floor-tom callback and dusty, distorted bass guitar—certainly will. Garver seems to have tapped into The Harry Smith Anthology's harder edge, the one that might have appealed to Lou Reed circa 1965 had Reed not been sidetracked by John Cale's avant-noise minimalism. But then, Cale himself might well approve of the cascading wall of feedback that closes out "Why Oh Why You." Unlike the solitary acoustic stylings of Garver's earlier work, Worn to the Weft has appropriated wide swaths of alternative rock into a roots-folk context, an achievement all the more impressive for its lack of self-consciousness.

When asked how he would describe the record, Garver quickly comes up with an entirely new genre.

"Misanthropic guilt-folk blues-rock," he says slowly and deliberately. And "misanthropic" it is, with a strong dose of general malaise permeating nearly every track.

"I flatly refuse to take part in your funeral methods," sings Garver on "Captives of a Furious Nation." He continues: "I will not spend my life pluckin' words from the mouth of a grave/And I don't see the use in every report bein' perfect/I will not bide my time watching only the corrupt remain."

It's a potent line and a fine example of Garver's accomplished lyricism, delivered with enough parched authority to be convincing and enough earnest vulnerability to avoid being downright preachy.

I ask Garver where the darker sentiments of Worn to the Weft come from. "A general distrust with what people are putting out as right and wrong, or righteousness," he answers. He adds with a chuckle, "I just want to make people feel guilty," and then pauses briefly as the possibility of seeing that line in print sinks in.

"Ahh," he groans. "That's a terrible quote."

http://www.dallasobserver.com/2008-07-10/music/north-of-the-dial/ - Dallas Observer


"North of the Dial"

If Delmore Pilcrow frontman Chris Garver wanted to avoid stultifying genre tags like "freak folk" or "new weird America," he might have considered picking a less freaky, folky or weird cover for the band's new record, Worn to the Weft. It's a collage depicting, among other things, medieval souls in various states of torment, a woman's oversized head marked with some kind of phrenology chart, a keyboard instrument that appears to produce sounds from an array of caged cats and an antique biological chart. Plus, it's green.

But Worn to the Weft is too loud and ragged to keep company with the psych-, anti-, or freak-folk crowds. If the first track, a gospel-tinged shuffle called "Left Shoe Right Shoe," doesn't exactly banish all thoughts of Devendra Banhart or Joanna Newsome from your mind, three seconds of the second track—"Poor Tom," with its overt Velvet Underground floor-tom callback and dusty, distorted bass guitar—certainly will. Garver seems to have tapped into The Harry Smith Anthology's harder edge, the one that might have appealed to Lou Reed circa 1965 had Reed not been sidetracked by John Cale's avant-noise minimalism. But then, Cale himself might well approve of the cascading wall of feedback that closes out "Why Oh Why You." Unlike the solitary acoustic stylings of Garver's earlier work, Worn to the Weft has appropriated wide swaths of alternative rock into a roots-folk context, an achievement all the more impressive for its lack of self-consciousness.

When asked how he would describe the record, Garver quickly comes up with an entirely new genre.

"Misanthropic guilt-folk blues-rock," he says slowly and deliberately. And "misanthropic" it is, with a strong dose of general malaise permeating nearly every track.

"I flatly refuse to take part in your funeral methods," sings Garver on "Captives of a Furious Nation." He continues: "I will not spend my life pluckin' words from the mouth of a grave/And I don't see the use in every report bein' perfect/I will not bide my time watching only the corrupt remain."

It's a potent line and a fine example of Garver's accomplished lyricism, delivered with enough parched authority to be convincing and enough earnest vulnerability to avoid being downright preachy.

I ask Garver where the darker sentiments of Worn to the Weft come from. "A general distrust with what people are putting out as right and wrong, or righteousness," he answers. He adds with a chuckle, "I just want to make people feel guilty," and then pauses briefly as the possibility of seeing that line in print sinks in.

"Ahh," he groans. "That's a terrible quote."

http://www.dallasobserver.com/2008-07-10/music/north-of-the-dial/ - Dallas Observer


Discography

Etokatastrofa, Worn to the Weft. Keep an Eye. All Rare Potatoes Be.

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Bio

https://delmorepilcrow.bandcamp.com/ Delmore Pilcrow is a harmolodic rock band from Denton, Texas. Delmore Pilcrow is a wheelchair in a garbage heap that's on fire.