(Moon Glyph, 2011)
Dead Luke: dead blues, corpsing psychedelia, fractal guitar licks, corruption. Meanwhile...In The Midwest, Dead Luke is resurrecting, amassing muscle, sinew, tendons: illuminating. Whereas before Dead Luke was the walking dead: limbs falling off, corrosive flesh-eating layers; now: a heart beating in the chest, even if irregularly, words speaking/singing--because of a mouth without holes in the cheeks. All said, Dead Luke is a more handsome dinner companion now. For whatever type guest you're interested in, Dead Luke seems to be spanning the full register of available deadness, this time leg-wobbling on the livelier end of things. Real American music, for those interested in the current state of America.
Dead Luke - "God Of Nothing by Moon Glyph
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