Words of praise for In Defense of Fort Useless...
"Unsacred Hearts are every inch a rock and roll band, but unlike some of their NY brethren, they refuse to get stuck on one level. They may like to party, but they've also read a book or two."
"The more-than-punk Unsacred Hearts took a rather long time following up their promising debut EP; happily, the new full-length In Defense of Fort Useless was worth the wait." -Village Voice
"Perfectly dirty, bad attitude purveying, classically inspired garage rock. I like IDoFU because, if the band at all resembles their music in person, I would want to hang out with them. In fact, they sound much cooler than any band I've never heard of has the right to sound."
"EDITOR'S PICK...their best to date."-Smother
"Yeah, Unsacred Hearts rock. They will have you up all night lamenting to your whiskey-soaked soul your hearts desires. That is what sets this NYC band apart. That word, soul. As much as they channel The Clash and GBV, there is also an underlying Dylan and some gut-wrenching blues fighting to get out." --Your Standard Life
Serious Business Records announces the release of In Defense of Fort Useless, the debut full-length album from the Unsacred Hearts. Their sweaty, stomping live shows and acclaimed self-titled EP have built a legion of fans that value their brand of distilled rock and roll. With this album, the Unsacred Hearts retain the punk blast spearheads of their EP but venture into more complex and expansive territory, marked by strange folk, breathless monologues, raucous blues and blue-eyed, bloodshot soul.
In Defense of Fort Useless packs fifteen songs into thirty-two minutes, in which front-man Joe Willie serves as guide, declaiming tales of the city, lost souls and whiskey-fueled nights. The energy of the Hearts’ live show shines through, but this is no act of brute force. “Will You Be Coming Back To Me?” sounds like an old field recording salvaged from a railyard encampment; “1000 Hot Babies,” a lilting arrangement of acoustic guitar and voice, calls early Bob Dylan to mind. The rock is there in spades, though, in songs like “Somewhere Deep in NYC,” a parable of vanished dreams which channels the frenzy of a metropolis in three and a half minutes. “Point of Pride” is a dire rave-up, evoking both the Clash and Mitch Ryder. The Unsacred Hearts ability to dig deep to reach their own true pieces of rock and roll— forsaking pretension, easy categorization and current trends—– make them one of the most exciting young bands in New York. For more information, visit www.unsacredhearts.com.