Killer, atmospheric, mutant, NOLA jazz that would have served perfectly as the backwoods soundtrack to one of Jim Jarmusch’s old movies. There’s also a nod to the feel of the Paris neighborhood, Montmartre, in the music. You can almost hear the romantic sounds of glasses clinking absinthe in the background. The Dead Brothers have hillbilly hearts, ringmasters’ senses of circus spectacle, foreign language skills, and an unusual array of instruments (trombone, tuba, accordion, lap steel, kalimba, tabla…huh?) that elicit the urge to drink in a seedy French dive bar bathed in red light and prostitutes.
–benke (Voodoo Rhythm)