we are voices, Blackfoot Gypsies
This City Of Takers, Brother Lee and the Leather Jackals
4144 Manchester Blvd.
St. Louis, MO, 63110
Doors 7:30 PM / Show 8:00 PM
This event is all ages
we are voices
Music that will make your heart stop and your ears bleed.
Matthew Paige and Zack Murphy ARE the Blackfoot Gypsies. They are the amplifier for your heart and soul, your love and hate, your on and off, your push and pull. With caution being checked at the door, there is no room for thinking... only feeling. Breaking the lines between hipsters, punks, posers, dads, normies, cowboys, rockers, and burnouts; everyone gets stripped to the core on the floor. And no one leaves the same as they came before.
Scouting the future of the American music that has been progressing since the dawn of time. There's no stunting the Blackfoot and there's no stopping the Gypsies.
The torch has been lit and will be carried with pride, speaking up for a generation unlike any other. It's all happening here, and it's all happening now.
This City Of Takers
Brother Lee and the Leather Jackals
Brother Lee and the Leather Jackals is a St. Louis outfit of snakes that hiss and spit chords and chaos of 60s-70s blues-infused rock and roll. The four piece's knack for reptilian antics manifests during their live sets. Ribald commentary, inside jokes, unintentional stage dives: the Jackals live and breathe the devil-may-care ethos of our cold-blooded comrades.
Members Josh Eaker, Danny Blaies, Jared Dickinson, and Dylan Doughty represent different facets of the Jackals nearly half-century of influences. Eaker has the rasp of a man who spent years carving salt mines. His throat coated with microscopic minerals, he chucks his voice around a room like an open can of paint. The mess it creates splashes against the wall of chunky, pedal shaken riffs haunted by the war cries of classic rock heroes. Stuck in the doldrums of Dallas, Texas, Eaker etched out song sketches alone, but afloat, in Dallas' musicianless pool. With a guitar and a superb grasp of Pro Tools, Eaker channeled his malaise into gritty guitar tracks slung under the eerie calls of a man searching for his voice. Joined by Blaies on drums after he returned to St. Louis, the two-piece began as Brother Lee, then added the Leather Jackals when Dickinson and Doughty joined on bass and keys. Together, Brother Lee and the Leather Jackals renounce the sleaze of alt-country and take the name and swagger of legends fallen before them: Derek and the Dominos and The Doors, most pointedly. Contemporaries Deer Tick and Tame Impala are cut from the same revivalist cloth.
Enveloped in tradition, Dickinson's bass gurgles and grumbles with the impatience of a chained dragon. Set free, it sets afoot across Eaker's guitar tracks with the clobbering power of John Deacon. Doughty's spattered keys rain over Blaies percussion which thumps like a heart looking down the barrel of a shotgun. Together the Jackals create a well-meaning raucous forever threatening to run off the rails at any given moment.
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