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Franklin County Nights

from Little Patch Of Sky by Drift Mouth

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    Full disclosure, as a writer, I've been writing about Lou Poster for years. But as a tireless songwriter, he makes it easy. His music has been the background for steely benders -- as Grafton -- and, perhaps late night, round a campfire, lost in the woods as a terrestrial troubadour. A storyteller that is always needed in your tribe. Drift Mouth is something that combines it all, but is completely out of body, at least for Poster.
    Poster is a guy who continues to surprise me. Yes, middle-age bears broken backs and heavy bones, but survivors can still conjure up those continued leaps of faith that came in youth. Case in point, Drift Mouth's latest album, Little Patch of Sky, and the lead blunt force of "Wake You Up." Anyone here in Columbus who may have stopped listening should reconcile. Anyone outside of our concrete-belt, stream it, or better yet, buy some physical proof of this song. It makes Son Volt sound trite, Jawbreaker a bit too boujee, and the Jayhawks stuffed with hokum -- in essence, there's authenticity that mixes prime '90s Albini-ed angles with Harry Smith in the holler. If you're from here you'd understand in an instant. Anyone outside of the concrete-belt, well, it'll sink in.
    Poster is a historian. Celebrating revivalism, keeping ghosts alive. His group follows a cadence towards a particular nostalgic seam that's dug in, barely there, and thus, vaguely remembered. Poster can do a gallant country gentleman as on "Porch Cat," -- soaked in the dark reflections of faded neon off of slick black tabletops -- in the honkey-tonk, or better, dives of Columbus that the players know all too well. Moments in time, quieted by snare hits and shots off the bar. If you enjoy it, you likely know the silence it elicits. He can do a roughhewn punk facade on "Straw Thief," but the layers and craft surrounding it are pure class, noble grit, magic realism.
    Along with long time friends and tenured veterans of the Columbus scene including Brad Swiniarski on drums, Mark Spurgeon on guitar, Eric Johnson on bass, and Regan Tonti on background vocals (a perfect foil to Poster's throat-clearing crank), Drift Mouth drive Poster's West Virginian narratives past mere acoustic recollections or passed-down traditionals. It would be remiss to exclude coal from this entire world, because it's the reason Poster's people still exist, if only in an ember. Fittingly, Little Patch of Sky, is about finding solace in the tatters of survival. You could plug in anything really -- the promise of gold, oil, ol' time religion, or .coms -- as Poster is confident in the fact that the American Dream is finite.
    -- Kevin J. Elliott. Columbus, OH. January, 2018.

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    Full disclosure, as a writer, I've been writing about Lou Poster for years. But as a tireless songwriter, he makes it easy. His music has been the background for steely benders -- as Grafton -- and, perhaps late night, round a campfire, lost in the woods as a terrestrial troubadour. A storyteller that is always needed in your tribe. Drift Mouth is something that combines it all, but is completely out of body, at least for Poster.
    Poster is a guy who continues to surprise me. Yes, middle-age bears broken backs and heavy bones, but survivors can still conjure up those continued leaps of faith that came in youth. Case in point, Drift Mouth's latest album, Little Patch of Sky, and the lead blunt force of "Wake You Up." Anyone here in Columbus who may have stopped listening should reconcile. Anyone outside of our concrete-belt, stream it, or better yet, buy some physical proof of this song. It makes Son Volt sound trite, Jawbreaker a bit too boujee, and the Jayhawks stuffed with hokum -- in essence, there's authenticity that mixes prime '90s Albini-ed angles with Harry Smith in the holler. If you're from here you'd understand in an instant. Anyone outside of the concrete-belt, well, it'll sink in.
    Poster is a historian. Celebrating revivalism, keeping ghosts alive. His group follows a cadence towards a particular nostalgic seam that's dug in, barely there, and thus, vaguely remembered. Poster can do a gallant country gentleman as on "Porch Cat," -- soaked in the dark reflections of faded neon off of slick black tabletops -- in the honkey-tonk, or better, dives of Columbus that the players know all too well. Moments in time, quieted by snare hits and shots off the bar. If you enjoy it, you likely know the silence it elicits. He can do a roughhewn punk facade on "Straw Thief," but the layers and craft surrounding it are pure class, noble grit, magic realism.
    Along with long time friends and tenured veterans of the Columbus scene including Brad Swiniarski on drums, Mark Spurgeon on guitar, Eric Johnson on bass, and Regan Tonti on background vocals (a perfect foil to Poster's throat-clearing crank), Drift Mouth drive Poster's West Virginian narratives past mere acoustic recollections or passed-down traditionals. It would be remiss to exclude coal from this entire world, because it's the reason Poster's people still exist, if only in an ember. Fittingly, Little Patch of Sky, is about finding solace in the tatters of survival. You could plug in anything really -- the promise of gold, oil, ol' time religion, or .coms -- as Poster is confident in the fact that the American Dream is finite.
    -- Kevin J. Elliott. Columbus, OH. January, 2018.

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lyrics

I should prob’ly get to drinkin’
Or make my way back home
Just head out east ‘cross Ohio
Sinkin’ like a stone
But I left those hills behind me
When I wandered in to town
Those city lights burned brighter then
So much colder now

You gotta know the shape I’m in
You hang on the arm of a lesser man
Too late to say I’m sorry now
Truth be told I never am
I never am

And we just weren’t much for sleepin’
On those Franklin County nights
That apartment lit like kindlin’
Under the fire in your eye
We were drownin’ in Black Label
To forget our old sweet past
And we put on “Bonfire In A Dixie Cup”
And laid out in the grass

You gotta know the shape I’m in
You hang on the arm of a lesser man
Too late to say I’m sorry now
Truth be told I never am
I never am

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from Little Patch Of Sky, released August 1, 2018

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