The Dead Brothers
A new album where the dead can dance.
Reaching Step 1 of our goal will ensure that the record is mixed and mastered by the very best: by The Master himself; the King of the Young Gods and a bonvivant with a bucket-load of savoire-faire: Bertrand Siffert.
Reaching Step 2 of the goal will release some very, very rare treasures from the Dead Brothers' box of wonders that will make dead collectors turn in their grave and get up again for!
And if we reach Step 3, you'll get a tour that will be bone-rattling, soul-shaking, and fit for a voodoo king and queen!
It will not take long for the analysts to enter the scene and ask:
Is it Jazz? Is it blues? Is it avantgarde folk? Or is it simply Rock ‘n’ Roll?
The answer is: YES!
It’s all of that, tightly wrapped into an exotic little package. For the Dead Brothers, nothing is sacred and everything is profane…or is nothing profane and everything sacred?
"Facettenreiche Musik für feine Ohren." (Landbote)
"Standards can be found in many a band's set list, but no band does it like this. No band ever will, either." (Satanic Music for Good Children)
"Zwischen Saloon und Irrenhaus" (Trespass)
A surrealist chanson outfit, Penny arcade singers from Bismarck, North Dakota, carny attractions at PT Barnum’s or rejects from Hades? Perhaps taking a closer look at their music will shed some light on this investigation: Bluegrass clashes with Macedonian funeral marches, Jimmy Rodgers goes line dancing with Bauhaus and Swiss hillbilly folk music becomes the soundtrack to a hardboiled film noir.
The Dead Brothers know a secret is far more seductive than the truth…and they never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.