Strapping Fieldhands: Across The Susquehanna (Petty Bunco)
Been loving this band for decades. Every release feels vital and distinct, at least in terms of their perch in Philadelphia. One of the most singular bands of our lifetime.
From the one-sheet:
“Fourteen brand new instant classics from Philadelphia’s original purveyors of fractured psychedelic shanty rock.
Pared down to the original duo and every bit as potent they were in the days of The Demiurge, Bob Malloy and Bob Dickie assembled Across The Susquehanna in their private isolations in the year 2020—literally traversing the mighty Susquehanna River via the ether as they crafted the album. What they’ve come up with is yet another in the deep canon of Fieldhands classics, an album of uneasy lullabies rich with Barrett-damaged melodies, spare arrangements as likely to feature a horn section as an overdriven strat, and Malloy’s ever evolving vision of a timeless pastoral psychedelia.
To those who have been following the Fieldhands from the beginning, this new one will prove an essential piece of the intricate puzzle. To those searching for an entrance into this hidden world, the way in is Across The Susquehanna.”
Been loving this band for decades. Every release feels vital and distinct, at least in terms of their perch in Philadelphia. One of the most singular bands of our lifetime.
From the one-sheet:
“Fourteen brand new instant classics from Philadelphia’s original purveyors of fractured psychedelic shanty rock.
Pared down to the original duo and every bit as potent they were in the days of The Demiurge, Bob Malloy and Bob Dickie assembled Across The Susquehanna in their private isolations in the year 2020—literally traversing the mighty Susquehanna River via the ether as they crafted the album. What they’ve come up with is yet another in the deep canon of Fieldhands classics, an album of uneasy lullabies rich with Barrett-damaged melodies, spare arrangements as likely to feature a horn section as an overdriven strat, and Malloy’s ever evolving vision of a timeless pastoral psychedelia.
To those who have been following the Fieldhands from the beginning, this new one will prove an essential piece of the intricate puzzle. To those searching for an entrance into this hidden world, the way in is Across The Susquehanna.”
Been loving this band for decades. Every release feels vital and distinct, at least in terms of their perch in Philadelphia. One of the most singular bands of our lifetime.
From the one-sheet:
“Fourteen brand new instant classics from Philadelphia’s original purveyors of fractured psychedelic shanty rock.
Pared down to the original duo and every bit as potent they were in the days of The Demiurge, Bob Malloy and Bob Dickie assembled Across The Susquehanna in their private isolations in the year 2020—literally traversing the mighty Susquehanna River via the ether as they crafted the album. What they’ve come up with is yet another in the deep canon of Fieldhands classics, an album of uneasy lullabies rich with Barrett-damaged melodies, spare arrangements as likely to feature a horn section as an overdriven strat, and Malloy’s ever evolving vision of a timeless pastoral psychedelia.
To those who have been following the Fieldhands from the beginning, this new one will prove an essential piece of the intricate puzzle. To those searching for an entrance into this hidden world, the way in is Across The Susquehanna.”