THE TUNNEL’S skeletal sound inhabits a blackened, mythical vision of the Northern California coast, located somewhere between Denis Johnson’s derelict visionary novel Already Dead and Neil Young’s Zuma. Carver Brothers Lullaby is The Tunnel’s debut full length album, a noir travelogue populated by snake oil salesmen, railway ghosts, and feral fatales. Opening with an ominous burlesque, it quickly expands into spidery Phil-Spectoresque devolutions and spare Swans-scapes, interspersed with various selections from a staticky post-apocalyptic jukebox.
some reviews of "CARVER BROTHERS LULLABY":
"I've also been mightily impressed by the scratchy and acerbic post-MARQUEE MOON death C&W of The Tunnel, a duo whose debut album CARVER BROTHERS LULLABY is a collection of epic and strung-out Chain Gang-meets-Robert Quinean Blank Generation Blues...These guys is Motherf@#!ers, no less."
--Julian Cope, Head Heritage (UK)
"both entrancing and mysterious, at times resembling the sound of the first album by the Angels of Light...The disc comes in a gatefold chipboard digipak with swell art that's every bit as good and eerie as the music on the disc."
--RKF, The One True Dead Angel
"like a William Faulkner novel to Jack White's F. Scott Fitzgerald...a collection of songs, or rather tales, about all kinds of sombre, twisted, devoluted incidents with dark streets, hungry knives, double crosses, last rides and veins. A mind-twisting collection in so many ways"
--Georg Gartlgruber, Cracked webzine (Vienna, Austria)
"Broken heart blues thrown spastic into the approaching night...I hear a little of that dark gothic backwoods sound that I like when it slips out of a 16 Horsepower song, but here it's like they switched out the old Americana for a slightly fresher and more concrete based skyscraper vision...Gothically punk and beautiful."
--Marcel Feldmar, The Red Alert
"a collection of songs that explore the grittier elements of "sunny" California. But The Tunnel is more than just a band with a sound; Jeff and Pat are a two-man art factory. Mischievous-goodness ensues when a metal drumming graphic artist pairs up with a songwriter who brings a theater background to on-stage presentation."
--Matthew Monte, Ashcan Magazine
"my day got quite a bit more hedonistic as soon as I played the music, for The Tunnel conjure up raw-as-roadkill modern blues, from sparse midnight atmospheres to clanging cuban heel stompers. The guitar digs its fingernails in, the vocals are all chipped flint and rough liquor. Makes the Bad Seeds sound downright AOR."
--Uncle Nemesis, Nemesis to Go webzine (UK)
"the bare roots of such bands as Souled American, but with the approach of the Cramps. A comparison with "Oar" by Alexander Spence is also not very far fetched. Quite a dark work...It is, in short, a delicious shiver..." (primitively translated from the original Dutch!)
--John Gjaltema, alt-country-nl (Netherlands)
"A noir journey peppered with tales of snake oil salesmen, railway ghosts and feral fatales. Should appeal to fans of Nick Cave or Swans."
--CJAM Music Reviews
"Wagner’s raw guitar playing and spooky lyrics transport you to the days of old when gypsies roamed in packs and magic potions were sold on dust covered street corners...Drummer Patrick Crawford’s hands reach to the sky and come crashing down on taut heads like an anvil dropping off a ten-story roof."
--Darren Dencklau, Viva Musica Buena blog
"It's dark, a little twisted, and certainly a touch weird...Crunchy, nasty guitars make a landscape of noise that shows the roots of noise rock. They strip down the extra stuff and keep it simple, which is nice. Reminds me of the Cave Singers, or even a little bit of Nick Cave...Give it a spin!"
--Logan Nickels, KJHK Reviews
song 7 The Carver Brothers
song 8 100,000 Phantoms or
song 14 Your Veins
The players are Patrick Crawford and Jeff Wagner, ex-midwestern alumni
of various noisy bands (4192, White Gold, Jumpknuckle, Sharking Teeth)
and noisy theater (Circus Proboscis). They live in San Francisco, a fine home
base from which to conduct their visceral explorations of unearthly spaces.