OXBOW SING SONGS FOR THE FRENCH IN PARIS AND OTHER EUROPEAN CITIES TOO
If you’ve made it through THIS AWESOME DAY so far, then the least I can do is share with you this super-important email message that I received from Hydra Head noise rock bluesmen Oxbow:
What you will read and how you will read it – these words off of an actual physical artifact – will be an experience shared by increasingly fewer of you given the quickly shifting relationship between art and commerce; but we are entrusting you with this dictum: explain it to the rest. That: this SONGS FOR THE FRENCH is a highly conscious effort to do things exactly as we ourselves would never do them in order to create a compelling bridgework between THE NARCOTIC STORY of yesterday and THE THIN BLACK DUKE of tomorrow. Lyrically, musically, thematically this march into intuitive mind has been Russian rouletted into existence, with OXBOW ceding control where control has never been ceded. [Song order? Chosen by Golden Mastering. Intervals? Also Golden Mastering. Some lyrics penned in an in-studio state of fugue.] All randomized and all pointing purposefully toward everywhere. Or specifically: an untoward level of clarity. Of this we are clear. Yes, of this we are clear: the ship is sailing further from land. And truer words have never been spoken.
Translation? NEW OXBOW MUSIC!
