"Jessie bought a gun / Smithfield ain’t the type of place you wanna run, around at night / Cuz his girlfriend got picked up, driving / She shoulda known better shoulda never gave that old, hag a ride..."
The adroit storytelling of "Red House Blues" by Birmingham Alabama based painter, muralist, singer songwriter Marcus Fetch, is so well drawn pulling you into sonic dioramas of hard edged lives, some battered, bruised, some maybe even worse. Fetch paints with indie rock brushes but this song, for me, has folk bones, albeit dark or gothic folk ones. Besides the lyrics that seem to contain closets from of emotional skeletons, I really appreciate the sonics here too. The modern tendency to pull the vocals back (like way back) is set aside and, to me, the sonic palette feels more 90's, a well balanced punchy mix with vocals upfront and centered. Not sure if it is just me but I detect a sort of Irish lilt or drawl somewhere within Fetch's evocative vocal countenance and it is just another lovely shade adding flavor to the storytelling.
that old black mold, comes up
Marcus lived in an old red brick house next to the projects in Smithfield Alabama where all manner of chaos occured.
I am attracted to songs that either draw me into their stories either by abstract musicality or lyrics that feel filmic. I don't care how much of the storytelling is utterly real, of how much poetic license was utilized, I just care that the inspirations are real and here they certainly feel real within this old red house.
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4EkG0Qf13litGtllL2Z6NE
https://www.facebook.com/marcus.fetch
https://www.fetchmark.co/
Painter, muralist, singer songwriter based out of Birmingham Alabama.
Indie folk rock with a raw intoxicating sound and lyrics that unravel from personal life stories.
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