impossible to say how certain things happen. They say that
dinosaurs died out and mountains shifted and Hank Williams
made his premature backseat exit in a rattlecan Buick. But
they say a lot of things.
are three orphans adrift in the America. Our bloodlines dried
out into a stain on the landscape and our superheroes died
of consumption. Now we’re on our own. We make our own way
Buzz Buzz Tabernacle exists in Brooklyn, Ny. because that is the
center of the fucking universe. Hasil Adkins said that playing music
was all about scaring the girls and making you feel very good. He
was probably right about that. The Buzz Buzz Tabernacle says that
they are a trio playing the country music very noisily, and they’re
probably right about that too. They are somewhere between Appalachia
and a garage, rock and a harder place, and right and wrong. There
is a certain - and very special - thing that happens when a balance
is reached between hotass and brokeass. Can you feel it? Attention
must be paid.
Daves plays with the guitar and sings. He has played in myriad
and sundry country, oldtime, and bluegrass bands, but now his playing
turns to the noble horror of all that Americana. Blame it on the
distortion. He’s a good man, and a suave fucker.
should bake Leo Ferguson (drums) cookies because
he plays so good and he’s done so much stuff you wouldn’t even believe
Carter (brokeass shit) is a completely cool multi-purpose instrument.
The sound sensation that happens when a violin bow collides with
banjo strings, it’s the sound of a nonexistent little heart pumping
imaginary blood and electricity. She escaped grunge-era Seattle
mostly unharmed, but that banjo’s hurt real bad.
Buzz Buzz Tabernacle has made loud noises at: the Apocalypse lounge,
169 Bar, Ace of Clubs, and the Parkside Lounge. And shared airspace
with the likes of: O’Death, the Lonesome Doves, Greg Garing. True