Description
Weary and lost folksingers of the labor days of the Post-Modern Age. 'As T.S. Eliot predicted, the world will probably end quietly, so it's possible the correlating insurrection will be quiet as well. You'll be reminded of this when you listen to the lyrics of The Pseudo Six; they sing in soft vibratos and pleading warbles, but they're the warbles of the discontented, brewing with the fire of truth underneath their polite demeanor. ...this Portland (OR) trio plays subdued, rhythmic music that occasionally bursts open into raw, adamant guitar strumming and vehemently projected vocals.' - The Portland Mercury. Sly harmonies, confident musicianship, and many subtle layers in this strikingly singular rustic Americana.
