Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Saturday, February 5, 2011

And The Wiremen play Boston w/ Lavalier

Friday, February 25, 2011 
8:00 p.m.
Cafe 939
939 Boylston Street
Boston MA 02115

Purchase tickets for And The Wiremen's Boston show here.

Album Review from Enter The Shell

The band’s self-titled debut sounds like the drunken bastard child of Radiohead and Murder by Death with its Southern-fried noir pulses and smoky, jazz club undertones. 

Read the full review  here.

Black Balloon Publishing January Artist of the Month

And The Wiremen was the Black Balloon Publishing artist of the month for January 2011. Of course, we are posting it in February...

Review from Take Care Pink Elephant



It’s no surprise that Lynn Wright & Co. operate out of Brooklyn, however, for a moment I will ditch my hangups on hummus, bike lanes and roll-your-own cigarettes to say that And The Wiremen's new record is fantastic.  This is [an] outstanding demonstration of both collaborative musicianship and savvy songwriting.

Read the full review here.

A Burdz Eye View

"Lines" song of the year...

Well I think I might just have found my track of the year, or at least one of my top five.  I picked it up from the wonderful Mad Mackerel music blog, who has just this week posted his November round up with 26 free and authorised tracks to download.  And nearly every one a winner.

And The Wiremen is a kind of uber indie supergroup, featuring former members of a fave burd band, Cordero.  I’m liking this choon so much, it’s been played 43 times since I downloaded it on Tuesday.  I’m sure I’ll eventually wear it out….  You too can join the frenzy by visiting their MySpace page and listening to Lines.  And don’t forget – if you like it/them, go buy some!

 

Y Marks The Spot




...an album custom-made for constructive gloom.


Album Review from Ride The Tempo


Indies and the Underground Interview

The Listening Room XI : And The Wiremen and Blasco


Blasco/And the Wiremen at the Listening Room





Last night’s Listening Room was a nice, relaxing evening. Both acts of the night were from outside Richmond but had many Richmond ties. Blasco, from Massachusetts, played a simple guitar and sang in both French and English. And The Wiremen, a collective of musicians from Richmond to New York City, were a wall of sound capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

Indies and the Underground Artist Profile


"Sleep," with its haunting guitar chords and melancholy jazz trumpet, conjures up the image of a solitary soul walking down Canal Street late at night...Click photo for full article.

From The Seattle Weekly

NYC-based And The Wiremen’s take on sleepy, warm, indie jazz manages to mesh 1920s Berlin, the East Village of 1960, Southern blues, Latin Carnival rhythms and the eclectic vibe of modern day Brooklyn, making for some fresh, interesting music for audiophiles with grown-up taste. Front man Lynn Wright’s vocals are as across the board as his influences, sometimes invoking the likes of Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and post-Zeppelin Robert Plant. ATW’s signature track, “Sleep,” with its bittersweet romantic nature and melancholy horns, conjures up images of rain-drenched, black-and-white breakup scenes, perfect for those who love some “hurts-so-good” musical heartache.

Review from Lucid Culture

With two guitars, keyboards, upright bass and trumpet, And the Wiremen (don’t bother googling to find where they got the name) closed the evening with a gorgeous, reverb-drenched set that mixed a couple of ... indie rock songs in with a bunch of haunting, southwestern gothic compositions. Their first number held hypnotically on a single chord til its anthemic chorus kicked in, with an ominous, tremolo wail from the lead guitar. Frontman Lynn Wright has played with a million other good bands, including Rev. Vince Anderson, Bee & Flower and Cordero. In this unit, he’s taken on the role of bandleader and minimalist, darkly terse rhythm guitarist. Their brooding, pensive songs occasionally building to unbridled rage, they’re the kind of band that would be headlining Tonic on a Saturday night if a greedy landlord hadn’t put the club out of business.

The second song of the set was a beautifully eerie, bluesy southwestern gothic dirge, “sleeping while the world goes by,” trumpet floating over the ominous clang of the guitars, then building to a tastefully minimalist guitar solo. A couple of later numbers featured some spooky, pointillistic tremolo-picking. Wallfisch joined them on a slinky noir cabaret number and didn’t waste any time turning in the best solo of the night, a matter-of-factly macabre, flamenco-inflected descending progression that ended the song with particularly dark intensity.