Behold all the fine, smart people that have nice things to say about us.
And here are a few available interviews:
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voice to turn good girls bad...Maybe crazy but damn exciting."
of the East Coast's best-kept secrets, his wryly misanthropic schtick
is all his own. Live, he is the Bill Hicks of the blues. You need to see
You want some kind of description of the artist and his music? Just fucking
listen to the guy and enjoy his prowess."
razor wit...Reid Paley ought to be a household name."
proudly weird talent with a nervy raw appeal."
bastard child of Sinatra and Lemmy."
simply, the Reid Paley Trio knows how to get down. He's got mischief in
his eye, Elvis in his joints, and booze everywhere else."
Actual Gig of the Year. Very very impressive."
soot-black sense of humor as biting as an underfed Rottweiler."
impossibly excellent piece of work flying low, under the radar."
suicidal, funny and gifted at putting a song together."
many critics wax how Reid Paley is underrated, undiscovered talent --
but it's actually true. He's an immensely talented singer-guitarist-songwriter.
When you listen to that subtly swinging rock and his deep bellow, it's
easy to tell something special is afoot. This is the "real thing",
but it doesn't comfortably fit in any category to reach the masses.”
messy jazz from a drunken genius."
Baudelaire was the spleen of Paris, Reid Paley is the spleen of New York...
How else could he write such messianic blues, such prophetic rock 'n'
with the voice of a drunken wolf. Songs that roar."
deliciously gravelly voice and Weillian pomp of tracks like “Yr
Polish Uncle” might put The Bad Seeds out of business. It’s
not often that adjectives like ‘clever’ , ‘dark’,
and ‘heartwrenching’ should be bandied about in the same sentence,
but Reid Paley Trio’s a special case. They’re a special NY
visionary take on modern music brings something quite exciting to the
table - syncopated rock with simplicity of feel, dark humour, cutting
remarks, witty poetic ramblings - all feeling like a breath of fresh air.
Wondrously intriguing, compelling as hell, and refreshingly original.”
has a favorite drinking album. Right now, mine is REVIVAL."
soon as Reid Paley sings you realise there’s something else in the
mix. A jazz-blues-rockabilly sound so distinctive that it takes a while
for your listening organs to balance the gruff, hoarse voice with the
excellent playing. A dark wit that will have you spitting your dinner
over the stereo in mirth.”
Paley is the kind of artist Seattle loves."
and jazz trip around his nocturnal growl in this accomplished collection.
There’s no holding back the ferocious swing of Take What You Want,
and the brooding Better Days manages to rouse the soul even when Paley
is staring destruction in the face. A gem worth uncovering.”
"Best 50 Albums of the Year"
gruff-toned, swivel-hipped troubadour sounds as cuddly as a grizzly bear
with a stubbed toe, but Saint Reid’s in your corner.
is, if your corner is full of tough broads and bastards, smooth whiskey,
and shit-eating grins.
do yourself a favor: Don’t bother this charming man.
fans of churlish honesty and unaffected one-man shows, REVIVAL is a nonstop
unholy howl of a voice."
it's more than one date with this vampiric Brooklyn songwriter - it's
four. And lucky us. Paley lives on the darker side of Saturday night,
his witty ballads backed by a Czechoslovakian upright bass, a trap kit,
and a voice that sounds like a bag of gravel in a blender.
damaged to perfection...His music carves it's initials into your heart
with a rusty scaffolding bolt."
records like Revival drip with talent, sweat and humor, live is the way
to experience Paley."
can love this album, or you can fear it!"
but all the more impressive for it...Let the good (and bad) times roll."
sing along with St. Reid as if purity itself hung in the balance...He's
a red-blooded Brooklyn storyteller whose gruff, barking vocals and guitar
playing will boost your foot tapping into stomping. Songs about hard luck
and bastardization never sounded so good."
all his simplicity, Reid is like nobody else.
great musical attraction...a sort of Sinatra for the disaffected."
jarring reminder of what rock'n'roll once was and could be again."
honest and quite funny...Simple forms hit so hard by passion, intelligence
and humor that they stretch into something surreal."
commanded the mic and his guitar like a true badass Just Don't Give
a Fuck rock star should...A set that rocked right from his explosive
Paley has a voice like a chainsaw cutting into a telephone pole. Bourbon-soaked
raw emotion, backed by a slapdash-good rhythm section."
is one of...check that, he's the only witty and acerbic songwriter around.
new favorite band...This white boy can belt out some of the most raucous,
foot-thumping, head-nodding blues I have witnessed in a long while...A
exposed-nerve aesthetic comes through loud and clear. He's a raw romantic
with a sense of grand drama."
this world needs is more singers with hell in their voice, something so
scarred and crumpled by smoke and bourbon that you know that shit is going
down. Thank goodness for Reid Paley."
has the immediacy of a blues album...too idiosyncratic to be summed up
in one category."
Paley's Revival is Album of the Year: I've gushed about this one several
times already. While I only bought it in September, I already consider
it to be one of my best drinking buddies."
an era where Image is King, Paley shares with (Lenny) Bruce the same disdain
for bullshit, pretension and knuckleheads everywhere."
man's voice is the most unique voice we've ever heard."
unpredictable and a great writer. Buy his CD."
bare-boned and bloody-knuckled approach grabs you like a shot of tequila
that's gone down the wrong pipe."
miss Reid Paley, a gruff, bluesy rock troubadour with a bad attitude."
monster set of vocal chords, a powerful strain of damnation, the dead-on
ring of a classic."
terrifying. Clearly, Reid Paley has every right to be fucked off with
the world, and every right to be drunk, and if we had half the brain he
does, we'd probably be drunk too..."
"He was raw, unpolished, honest, and absolutely soulful."
throat like Howlin' Wolf or Screamin' Jay Hawkins. If it was my job to
make you buy this, I'd say that the production is handled by Frank Black.
However, Lucky's Tune is great enough that I don't have to do any name-dropping."
legend waiting to happen."
"Three things you can count on in this town: there will always be roaches under your stove, the train will be rerouted at the least opportune moment and the Reid Paley Trio will entertain you."
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