Brian Connell is a songwriter's songwriter, evoking Dylan, Waits, and Cohen in the way he grists and delights in language; his arrangements go from spare to sinuous, and each song achieves emotional depth and resonance without using tired parlor tricks.

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COUNTRY: Alt-Country, COUNTRY: Americana



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Brian Connell sounds at once recognizable and unfamiliar, like something you forgot but then remembered while walking the streets of your hometown after having been away for a long time. There is jangle, and quiver, and rollick, all in the right measures, and there are stories and pictures instead of just sounds. The harmonica, here, is an actual instrument instead of a breathy metronome. Connell is a songwriter's songwriter, evoking Dylan, Waits, and Cohen in the way he grists and delights in language; his arrangements go from spare to sinuous, and each song achieves emotional depth and resonance without using tired parlor tricks. This album isn't all heart--it's head, too, thankfully.
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Brian Connell grew up in Narberth, PA, a big little town outside of Philadelphia. He loves the 76ers and Rocky Balboa and Ben Franklin and Delassandroâs Steaks and TastyCakes⢠and Wawa. He now lives in Crawford, GA, where he writes songs and keeps a suspicious eye on the chickens in his yard.
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From the article "Howlin' After Midnight: Harp Man And Songwriter Brian Connell Gears Up For His Debut Album's Release" By Mike Andrews


...Early listens to the albumâs rough tracks show Connell and his guest house band moving in a loose, very meat-and-potatoes direction that sometimes recalls such no-nonsense influences as The Band and Big Al Anderson-era NRBQ. [Randall] Bramblettâs funky organ fills and [Davis] Causeyâs chicken-pickinâ guitar are suave touches that complement Connellâs raspy vocals and well-executed harmonica work. A few songs have a classic steel-guitar country feel to them, but the geographical influences that populate the album are all across the map as New Orleans hot licks, Texas roadhouse blues and classic analog-helmed rock and roll are all used as stepping stones by Connell and company.

âUntil I was seven years old, the only record I owned was The Muppetsâ Silly Songs, which featured a rendition of 'Lydia the Tattooed Lady' by Kermit the Frog,â Connell remembers. âI listened to that thing for days on end. Later, I got into my parentsâ record collection, which consisted of mostly Dylan, the Beatles, Otis Redding, and â50s doo-wop. At 14, I started playing harmonica, and I bought some Sonny Terry, Little Walter and Howlinâ Wolf tapes. Something about their songs, and specifically about what they did with that harmonica, really jolted me. Even though their recordings were out for the better part of half a century, I felt like I had discovered something brand new. I started trying to mimic what they did, particularly Sonny Terry. Similarly, I was so excited the first time I heard Hank Williams, I think I did a back flip.â

When performing live, Connell is usually backed up by local Americana barnstorming act The Dickens. Featuring drummer Brian Arnold, electric guitarist Johnny Evans, Hal Misseri on mandolin and vocals, and mysterious bassist Proposition X, the Dickens fellas read directly into Connellâs Blonde on Blonde-ravaged songbook. You never really know what incarnation Connell will pop up in, but with the finishing touches being put on The Sordid, he and whatever musical supporters he enlists are sure to be wailing and picking across many a local stage in the near future.

âI guess that I wanted to put all of those musicians that I grew up listening to and all of the ones that I listen to now into one big pot, and then get in there myself with them. It makes me so damn happy to be able to do that,â says Connell of his newer material. âItâs like when you meet a stranger who looks really familiar, but you canât for the life of you place how you know him or where you saw him before. This stuff sounds like that stranger looks.â