Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Donovan Quinn signs with Northern Spy, Record Out in February...

Northern Spy is proud to announce the signing of underground folk/rock crooner Donovan Quinn to a two record deal. The first NSPY/Quinn LP Honky Tonk Medusa hits the streets on Valentines Day and will no doubt make some ladies swoon. Donovan hits the road hard over the coming months with an extensive North American tour to be announced shortly.

Honky Tonk Medusa is Donovan Quinn’s first album that he’s both recorded and produced since the Skygreen Leopards’ adventurous Life & Love in Sparrow’s Meadow. Along with Quinn’s work on vocals, guitar and synth, the album also employs San Francisco musician’s Jason Quever (Papercuts), Michael Tapscott (Odawas), along with his regular rhythm section of Nick Marcantonio and Michael Carreira. Working in reverse order to many current acts, the sound of Honky Tonk Medusa is molded to each individual song; letting the lyrics and spirit of the song dictate the instrumentation and style with the lyrical narrative tying it all together. The story of the album is one of decaying American cities, Internet age entropy, and equal parts romance and loneliness. In addition to the music the album features artwork by San Francisco artist Joe Roberts and liner notes by Elisa Ambrogio (Magik Markers, 200 Years) & Ben Chasney (Six Organs of Admittance).

Donovan Quinn: vocals, vsts, guitar, keyboard
Nick Marcantonio: bass
Michael Tapscott: keyboard, harmonica, harmonium, guitar
Jason Quever: guitar, drums
Michael Carreira: drums
Eric Amerman: pedal steel, guitar

I Wanna Be Your Dogstar; Laughing City; Night Shift; My Wife; Shadow on the Stone; Dying city; We Called Her Slow Snow; Fall Tour; In the Bag; Love in an Evil World

"Though best known for his work with the Skygreen Leopards, Quinn has been culling his private weird recordings since he lived in a rotting trailer in the suburban sprawl of Walnut Creek, California. Due to popular insistence, the man has finally gone solo. Quinn is a Marlboro man mystic channeled through Francois Hardy just woken from a nap: frowsy, susurrant and surly. He curls out chords like Duane Eddy on ludes, strumming on some ether plane of American guitar groupmind. It warms my heart that perhaps people will hear Donovan and be able to discern a true contender from the hollow trees out there." - Elisa Ambrogio, Arthur Magazine

“...points towards Donaldson and Quinn's ability to find the benefits of song in the most unlikely places, including the shifts between seasons, within blades of grass, in the honeyed clouds, on the dark side of a leaf changing color, beneath an icy rock.” - Brandon Stosuy, Pitchfork

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.