St. Paul & The Broken Bones
with The Strumbellas
Friday, Nov 22, 2013 8:00 PM CST
(7:00 PM Doors)
SPACE, Evanston, IL
Presale: 8/14 at 12pm
Public Onsale: 8/16 at 5pm
Paul is a young man who began wailing straight out of the womb, and most folks would agree that he hasn’t stopped since. “Oh what a set of lungs that child has,” they’d say, “he must be destined for something special.” Not wishing to disappoint, and being a good young southern boy, Paul began singing in church, stretching those vocal cords with an eye toward becoming a man of the cloth. As it turns out, however, the cloth didn’t appreciate young Paul’s affinity for dirty jokes, Prince, and Tom Waits, and he was inclined to search elsewhere for co-conspirators. He began plying his trade with whomever would have him, and happily, folks were mostly impressed by his efforts. With a wholly re-imagined take on the sounds he’d grown up singing and seeking, Paul recruited a rag-tag band of loveable weirdoes, visionaries, and hacks to help him harness the power he now knew he possessed. Under the nom du guerre St. Paul and the Broken Bones, the motley crew roams the countryside looking to get cabooses shakin’, faces meltin’, and brothers and sisters everywhere testifyin’.
Since the release of The Strumbellas’ eponymous 2009 EP, which was peppered with accolades from Toronto weeklies and prompted a proclamation from the CBC that they are a "band to watch," the six-piece group has been slogging it out, earning their stripes through residencies at The Cameron House and most recently a month of Home.Sweet.Home Tuesdays at The Dakota Tavern. The band also left the proverbial nest in 2012, making new fans with two cross-country tours as well as playing a plethora of festivals including CMW, NXNE, Pop Montreal, Eaglewood and Hillside in Guelph, which by all accounts was the equivalent of their cotillion ball.
"The Rivoli was too small to contain the crowd trying to get in to see bluegrass-gospel-punks The Strumbellas launch their debut disc, My Father And The Hunter - NOW MAGAZINE
Conceived in Lindsay, Ont., but born in Toronto, The Strumbellas are equal parts small town dream and big city gumption. Sensitive singer-songwriters beware: this ain’t your meemaw’s country music. The band brings wheat field harmonies and arena-ready thunder to backrooms and festival stages alike. Folk wisp and country twang are nowhere to be found as The Strumbellas pound out a bluegrass-inspired indie rock that rivals punk and hardcore for sweat, blood, and ruckus.
"The Strumbellas conjure an alt-country Canadian landscape in which home is a beacon, the graveyard looms large, and it all ends with a piano dirge to carry a body and bury it slowly" - THE STAR PHOENIX "The album is full of high energy, earnest folk music, coupled with darker-tinged gothic folk" - EXCLAIM! MAGAZINE
The Strumbellas’ 2012 debut album, My Father And The Hunter, offers a beautiful, harmonious dichotomy between melancholy heartbreak on songs "Carry My Body", "Diane", "Windsurfers", "Underneath A Mountain", "Left For Dead" and "The Bird That Follows Me" compared to blow-the-barn-doors-off spunk on "The Sheriff", "Lakes", "Sailor’s Blues", "Rhinestone", "I Just Had A Baby" and "Pistol". The album, which was produced by Cone McCaslin and recorded at Blue Rodeo’s coveted Woodshed Studio, is the harvest of talented friends, some whisky and a few rounds of euchre. Harmonies, stomps, hollers, claps and gang vocals unabashedly abound as the songs weave compelling stories throughout the entire album. Dance, cry, put your fist through a wall or call someone you love - expect to feel it all. Check out the mini-doc for "The Bird That Follows Me" in-studio recording here.
The group recently headed south of the border to record with West Coast producer Ryan Hadlock (The Lumineers, Metric, The Strokes, Gossip) at Bear Creek Studio near Seattle.