Bradley Palermo – Lost In August

Mr. Palermo up to no good again, dag-bern-it…”folk as fuck”

there was nothing in our drinks
but the ice and rye whiskey
and there was nothin up our sleeves
but our elevated heart beats
we were lost
in august

we were as native as the palms
no one cared where we came from
where are still here and its now
but we wont forget how it all went down
we were lost
in august

when you look dont look back
because there aint nothin left
except those motel 6 beds
and them floral print spreads
we were lost
in august
so lost
in august
in august
in august

Bradley Palermo – Deep Valley Blues

Got one of those form review requests, as opposed to the more personal ones that mention the Relics somewhere in the review request (or maybe even call me out by name). Turns out though that it’s from someone who is no stranger ’round these parts, I think his bands have been featured here a couple of times. Anyway, Bradley Palermo is doing a solo thing now and came out with this, a tune about the San Fernando Valley, a place I called home for 6 years in the mid 80s. Very cool Post-Old School Country, uber catchy, a little hokey, the lyrics are spot on, just an all around good tune, if you’re a believer that this is the direction popular Country should be going in (as opposed to whatever it is you call that sensation of being vomited on while suffering through what they call Country today). Good stuff Maynard. Here’s a bio of sorts, “Singer/songwriter Bradley Palermo has fronted the bands The Sudden Passion and Femme Fatality for the past 15 years. His solo work is equal parts indie folk and Americana. A fan at a recent show described his sound as “Hank 3 meets Bright Eyes” which is right on the money with his strongest influences. Originally from St. Louis, MO, Bradley is currently based in Los Angeles.”