WHAT Tommy Santee Klaws SOUNDS LIKE: http://bit.ly/U1N5wR
WHAT THEIR VIDEOS LOOK LIKE: http://youtu.be/tV9R0_26JI4
WHY YOU SHOULDN’T MISS OUT:
The man himself, Tommy Santee Klaws, has a brutal, quavering wail. At one moment, he’s threatening, a well-reasoned exponent of dread. The next, he’s the spokesperson for failed animals (think the weaker elk who did not win a mate, or a caterpillar with parasitic wasp larvae eating its guts.) The band provides a lawful commotion of agreement, punctuating the peaks and valleys like patches of forest. When they sing together, their voices harmonize like clouds in different weather. The upright bass makes doom-laden growls. The drummer caresses his cymbal with a violin bow. Beneath everything, toys and crickets, frogs, chirping birds, and weather act as framing devices, overtly relocating your brain.
Like some of the best Los Angeles new-folky type acts, Tommy Santee Klaws understands the trick of making nostalgia work both ways; into some bright future and the virtuous, murky past. Skinning the old to dress the new.
Don’t miss him open for Mark Eitzel on Sunday, 11.4.12!