STREET CORNER HOLLER: Roots, Blues & Raw Americana
Yeah, you could say that Street Corner Holler are traditionalists, but you
won't find an academic bone in their bodies. They don't play blues that
you can learn from books. Out in the cold and the rain, the street-corner
sound of Mark Tolstrup and Dale Haskell has been honed to grab the
audience by the throat as they try to stroll by. There's no time to play
it safe. There's no opportunity for a second chance.
Between the streetlamp and the gutter, it's all or nothing. And Street
Corner Holler gives it their all - whether it's an intimate coffeehouse or
a rowdy outdoor festival. Whether it's the two-man army of Tolstrup and
Haskell or whether they've got the powerhouse support of bassmaster Tony
Markellis, when he's not busy playing with Trey Anastasio.
You can tell when the music ain't real, hear it like a warning siren that
splits open the night. You can hear the false notes played. The lies being
sung. The trying-too-hard-bravado of the ever-growing parade of
Oh-I'm-so-lonesome wanna-be bluesmen.
But that's not Street Corner Holler. They're the real deal. These guys
ain't foolin' around. For their brand new self-titled album, Street Corner
Holler brewed up a raw, fearless, righteous mix of swamp boogie, buzzsaw
blues and delta stomp.
It's all achingly beautiful and haunting. It's all slash 'n' burn,
no-holds-barred. It's all music played with such honesty and abandon that
you want to stay up til dawn - drinkin', weepin' and hollerin'.
