The Dead Tongues: Foretelling a Summer Classic

It’s a foggy night. The streetlights illuminate a dark blue sky with a translucent orange. Dane might say a channel orange – but I digress. Next to the off-ramp you associate with roadside RVs, an overcompensating American flag flows softly like silk in an old Byzantine trade network. An eerie calm appears over your silent highway as you continue to drive down with the groove of midnight blues and new tunes. You subtly set the scene to your own movie as you pass cars to your Spotify score and observe the vast life around you as if you are finally living the protagonist’s journey to a long-awaited denouement.

Invite the The Dead Tongues latest single “Little Lies” seamlessly into the end of your late summer night drives this upcoming season. Not only does this song and the other prospective singles dazzle and razzmatazz (this word is thrown in to see if Brandon reads my articles), but they generously set the scene for self-reflection, contemplation, and stoic growth. “Dust” is the song you found in a southwestern coffee shop when you decided to just appreciate the moment. “Ticket” welcomes a tearful goodbye or contemplative silence. And, “Pawnshop Dollar Bills” illustrates the brilliance that might come with this Americana album.


Four great singles from one of my favorite artists have dropped ahead of an album release for the first of April. But why should you care? If you’re a fan of Fleetwood Mac, The Lumineers, Michael Kiwanuka, John Mayer’s americana era, and unplugged folk groove, you’re going to like what’s coming. These four singles that have currently dropped show promise of being the dark-horse contender to your summer album.


In 2017, as I carried my guitar on the Chunnel from Paris to London, a classically trained British guitarist sat next to me. We traded stories about our favorite genres, artists, and, at least for him, gigs played. I tried selling him on the idea of why he should listen to Americana. It is folk meets unplugged rock with elements of punk that blend nicely into the hell the baby-boomer generation have left us. I understand that not everyone can appreciate something which has been cooking for so long. But that’s part of the artistry of the slowly bleeding soul of this generation, culminating in the sound of the Dead Tongues.

So, take this blurb for what it is worth: a siren’s beckoning call to listen to something you know that you should steer clear of but can’t help but steer into.


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What artist, genre, or playlist soundtracks your summer drives? Let us know in the comments below!


- Botts


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