Album Notes

When we see a tear making its way down the deepest furrow, and the ancient American voice in a lot of ways has turned silent, we hear a whisper of truth. The sound still rings like an echo throughout this world on the edge of the deepest canyon. And we can hear and feel the dusty and vibrating pulse from the open fields blending in with the sound and the fury from the big city. The two come together as one and are patched together in an optimistic, truthful and musical blanket filled with wisdom, humour, joy and one or two pointed fingers. Not fingers of morality, mere as a guidance to a place where you can take a break from the struggles of every day life.

Songs dive into life on the urban prairie – where traffic lights dance and tumbleweeds join in. Every man and woman is equal on the urban prairie. Those are the words of Old Henri P. The band’s mythical leader has put his mark of approval on our albums. That mark is tribute good enough for the Men They Couldn’t Shave, but our music is worth more than that. And exactly how much this goldmine deserves of praise, is up to you to find out, my friend. Enjoy the eternal sunset on Cactus Motel!