Sorrow Town Choir | Espinas de la Vida

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Espinas de la Vida

by Sorrow Town Choir

Deep Crisis Rock
Genre: Rock: Adult Alternative Pop/Rock
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1. (intro) BLK #9
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2. Simpleton
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3. Casket Bob
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4. Mortal Coil
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5. Likes of You
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6. Damage My Cool
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7. (Bonus Track)
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


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Thanks for stopping by and checking out our new cd. " Espinas de la Vida " ( the thorns of life ). Espinas starts in the shallows and goes way into the deep end before a reprise of simpleton ( with additional pedal steel ) brings you back like smelling salts ...and then it starts all over again.
We have had a few line up chnages since our first offering " ... as it should be " ( also available on cdbaby )with the addition of James Flynn on drums from New Zealand and Joe Heavey on Keyboards. These gents ( scoff ) help round out the co - founders of the group: Mark paniagua on fender bass and Greg Dale On vocals and guitars. Many talented friends also put ther fingerprints on this music that gives it that little extra push.
This full lenth ep ( runs just under 28 minutes )tries hard to find new avenues to present it's material within it's own format of "deep crisis rock" and the lyrics do their damdest to crush insincerity under the heel of a black boot. so if you like it real and a little dark and your not afraid of yourself come on in .....we''ll leave the light off for you.
we hope you like it. check out myspace.com/sorrowtownchoir if you want to see who we are or leave us a message, or feel free to contact anyone of us directly at info@sorrowtownchoir.com we will see it and we will get back to you. hope to see you out at a show or we will come and play to you..... loud.... or soft... we will bring our own sweat.


cheers

g.d and stc


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Erin

27 and a half minutes of pure passionate joy and sorrow.
Did you ever hear about the voice of experience? Well, Greg Dale has it. Maybe not in the way they meant, but in a way that counts.

When the first one-two-three-four bash of Simpleton slams through your speakers, you know you’re not listening to any teen-angst MySpace effort. It’s raw, real music. Wry, too, like when he sings with a smirk, ‘The world ain’t nothin without the girls in it…Come over here and let me show you somethin/I am simpleton…’ You figure he’s had some kind of experience along these lines, throwing it out there, nobody catching it, but throwing it just the same.

If you thought this, good. If you rocked along with the discordant keyboard that mimics the discord of the lyric on Simpleton, then lulled yourself into storytime with Casket Bob’s moving, riding, traveling drive (of course made absolutely luvley by Doug Hilsinger’s slides), then you’re not at all ready for the lyrical Mortal Coil. Feels like he's singing about how not only our hearts, but our bodies betray us. Getting sick, getting old, getting sad, hating, crying. The most important things are taken from us all, and some feel the loss more than others. A long way from the sly ‘gimme some more’ of Simpleton. And then you have Likes of You; when he says he’s tired and out of tune, his voice is sweet and weary, the sweet horns echo the weariness. Basically, every girl who hears it will want to be loved like this, to distraction and beyond. Finally, Damage My Cool is a crescendo of ability and pain, longing, with harmonies like angels.

This little disc packs in feeling and fury, loss and admiration. Like the man says, ‘And I’ve had that, I’ve had that too.

pyroshaman

Grit, Roots and Autumn Blues matured into The Thorns of Life.
This second STC release has the rounded, well produced and well written sound this matured band deserves. Subtle layers of trombone and slide guitar shoot two tracks above the others; The sincerity of Damage my Cool and Likes of you are worth the eleven bucks by themselves. We have all felt that way one time or another on an unforgiving hungover Saturday morning/mourning. The more gritty rock songs, the dirty Simpleton and the down home Casket Bob, are representative of STC's live performances that are not disappointing. Espinas de la vida is well worth it and if you agree, GO SEE THEM LIVE! Talent, spirit and jagged heartbreak go into this cd. Listen.....

Craig Brown

Proof of the rightness of the band name, in spades-
Awesome. Simpleton is clearly the lies a man tells himself about where he finds himself in his life. Casket Bob is a Sergio Leone film in song. Mortal Coil means too much to too many of us to discuss. Likes Of You. If you haven't been there you are either very very young or you are very very dead. Damage My Cool. Shit I wish I'd written this one. The whole disk is perfection. Hard as nails and full of beauty. Life speaks in love and pain and this it's voice.

Aaron S. Kurland

More sonic angst
STC's sophomore CD raises the aural bar in both musicianship and vocals. Clearly this crew has the chops to provide the haunting background to Greg Dale's melancholic vocals about chances missed and things lost. Imagine every good lick you ever heard put into a blender with two big scoops of pain thrown in for good measure. Dale's voice is like that of Brad Roberts after throat cancer surgery and a punch to the larynx; gravelly and intense. Hide the straight-razor before listening, but listen. You'll be glad you did.