An acoustic lament announces the arrival of Neither Could Dylan, the re-branded and reborn Crooked Forest. Happy? Not from the sound of it. This song is the representation of some poor swine press ganged into servitude upon some storm tossed galleon in pursuit of Napoleon. Its folky in a death knell manner. But what’s that hollering? It’s the old deck hands fucked on rum. The best thing about Neither Could Dylan /Crooked Forest is when she launches into rambunctious /billious drunken folk-punk smash ups. There’s a splash of The Pogues and a less bone headed variant of some of that Irish strained lout rock that did the rounds a few years ago smearing bagpipes on The Departed. When NCD does it is smarter, tougher and more authentic. NCD has a Strummer vulnerability mixed in when she brings the noise.
https://neithercoulddylan.bandcamp.com/track/happy
#Folk sorta #Shoegaze sorta #punk sorta
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