Artist: CHERRY BLOSSOMS, THE
Title: The Cherry Blossoms
Label: Black Velvet Fuckere
"At long last, here is the debut LP from The Cherry Blossoms, who describe themselves as "Middle-Tennessees finest anarchic post neo-skiffle collective specializing in kazoo-exotica." They are the musical heirs of Dock Boggs visceral holler; they share the true gut-sung honesty of Bosavi guitar band music; they are a Dixie-fried Arkestra with out-of-tune acoustic guitars replacing every saxophone and a kazoo in place of Sun Ras mellotron. This LP finally brings to proper format their most celebrated and celebratory songs, from interstellar boogie ("Rockin Rocket Ship") to agitational architectural conservation anthem ("Golden Windows"), The Cherry Blossoms offer the OTHER Nashville Sound, the one that a multi-million dollar industry and a million pairs of snakeskin boots will never notice and can never corrupt. With only handmade releases and limited touring, the band has made fans and friends of the likes of Ben Chasny (Six Organs of Admittance), Will Oldham, Josephine Foster, and David Tibet (Current 93). Thats an extremely short list �?? few who have heard the songs and voices of Peggy Snow, John Allingham, and the legion other Cherry Blossoms past and present have been immune to the contagious sound of the most honest band in America." - Black Velvet Fuckere.
Artist: CHERRY BLOSSOMS, THE
Label: Skulls of Heaven
"Josephine Foster bravely travelled to Nashville to seek out the
legendary southern folk song and cosmic kazoo medicine show known as the
Cherry Blossoms. Eventually Josephine did track them down and soon (as
one could only dream of...) the sprawling jams did spin and the
heartfelt social songs did ring. Josephine stayed on for a nice long
spell recording and living among the Cherry Blossoms for a couple weeks.
Many months later, I came through Nashville on my annual pilgrimage, and
when John Allingham and Peggy Snow (voices and authors of most Cherry
Blossoms songs) gave me a cdr documenting their favorite audio snapshots
of Josephines visit, I was thrilled to hear how organically Peggy and
Johns songs mix with Josephines songs and weave in between and
throughout the sprawling backporch Cherry Blossom jams. As usual, the
Cherry Blossoms ramshakle eight piece band wheezes and whirs through
the skeletons of their compositions, bending time and tone until
complete chaos is just around the corner. Then typically, the stoned
percussion wizard or the holwing antics of Peggy Snow will eventually
shuffle everyone back into place as they begin to charge forward into
some frenzy that only Hasil Adkins or Henry Flynt could have dreamt of.
This dynamic album manages to cover many of the moods of this complex
musical organism. From blue mountain meditations, hard cider country
swing, still southern nights with all the windows open, backporch
hillbilly hysterics wrap around campfire prayers... you may never get
another chance to hear Americana quite like this again." - Skulls of Heaven.