Live @ Lewes Con Club (Family Picnic review by No Depression)




Daughters, Motel Mirrors, and Other Upcoming Albums That Defy Expectations

Johnny Dowd – Family Picnic

Dowd has made a career of making music full of piercingly bleak, hard fought, gnarled dreamscapes that make David Lynch’s tales seem like those of a choir boy. But just when I thought I had him figured out, Dowd delivers a blues record so beautiful that I cannot stop playing it. It is also full of demons that live on a merry-go-round with feedback and distortion taking the places of the painted ponies going up and down. Paradoxically, its’s his most accessible music in quite a while, maybe ever.

“I am guilty as sin, of what I do not know” are about the first words out of Dowd’s mouth on the album, but it’s not so much about some spurious redemption as is it an observation about the quandary we currently find ourselves in. Then, digging even deeper, he pretty well sums up the Civil War in the next track, “Vicksburg.” Lyrically, Dowd seems to have inherited Leonard Cohen’s mantle, with Kim Sherwood-Caso acting as his Julie Christensen. Nowhere is more evident than on “Dream On,” where her counterpoint is so evocative. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.

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Execute American Folklore Tour – The Thunderbolt











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Execute American Folklore Tour – Music Star


U-70, urchig, archaisch, intensiv, authentisch: Johnny Dowd (*1948) trinkt gern Whisky und singt wie «ein Serienkiller, der in einem Staubsauger gefangen ist.» Der frühere Möbelpacker und Vietnamveteran war immerhin mal zwei Wochen lang verheiratet.

Und er lässt die Gitarren heute noch wuchtig krachen, zusammen mit funky Orgeln und trieb-schepperndem Schlagzeug, als hinge sein Leben davon ab. Das tut es auch. Tarantino-Country für die einen, Lynch-Gothic für die anderen. Der Schmerz ist spürbar, Religion ist Thema, aber nur schwer rollstuhlgängig oder auf freigeschabten Kniescheiben über Rollsplit zur Heiligen Bernadette in Lourdes rutschend. Punk liegt in der Luft, ein Hauch Fiesheit. Zynismus wird Ironie und Jim Morrison zum unbekannten Soldaten auf dem Friedhof Père Lachaise in Paris. Irgendwann nennt man das Kult, Brian Wilson und Jim White können nicht irren. Und wir Inselbewohner haben JD ja längst die Unsterblichkeit der el Lokal Hall of Fame verliehen.

«Das ist das Album, das ich seit langem mal machen wollte,» sagt Dowd zu seinem neusten Streich «Wake Up The Snakes» und führt uns souverän zurück in die Zeit, als Soul-Musik auf Garage-Rock traf. Verzerrte Bässe, Farfisa-Orgel und viele «My baby left me»-Texte. Mal wieder was anderes für den umtriebigen Texaner, der seit seinem ersten Album 1997 entlegenen Pfade zwischen Country, Blues, Rock’n’Roll für sich und uns neu entdeckt hat. Also: Auf in unsere paradiesische Schlangengrube auf der aufgeweckten Weltkulturinsel am Krokosihl River. Zum 3. Mal bereits in Norderstedt, diesmal mit illustren Gästen.

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U-70, conservative, archaic, intense, authentic: Johnny Dowd (* 1948) likes to drink whiskey and sings like the earlier movers and Vietnam veteran was, after been married for two weeks, “a serial killer who is trapped in a vacuum cleaner.”.

And he lets the guitars still massive blast, along with funky organs, driving-rattling drums, as if his life depended on it. That it does. Tarantino Country for a Lynch-Gothic for the other. The pain is felt, religion is present, it is difficult skidding wheelchairs or on freigeschabten kneecaps over loose chippings to Saint Bernadette in Lourdes. Punk is in the air, a hint of nastiness. Cynicism is irony and Jim Morrison to the Unknown Soldier at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Sometime called the Cult, Brian Wilson and Jim White can not be wrong. And we islanders have long since JD immortality of el local Hall of Fame awarded.

“This is the album I wanted to make since long time,” says Dowd for his latest prank “Wake Up The Snakes” and leads us confidently back in time, met as soul music on garage rock. Distorted bass, Farfisa organ and many “My baby left me” -texts. Once again something else for the enterprising Texan who has discovered and since his first album in 1997 remote paths between country, blues, rock and roll itself new to us.So: At our paradise snake pit on the aufgeweckten World Heritage island on Krokosihl River. For the 3rd time already in Norderstedt, this time with illustrious guests.

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Thomas Niehaus, Heiner Lahn and Wolfgang Sedlatschek (NorderstedtMusik) captured a few songs of the Johnny Dowd concert @ Music Star in Norderstedt, Germany (October 13, 2016). He was accompanied by The Sex Robots (Anna Coogan & Michael Edmondson). Watch them perform A World Without Me (mislabeld as “Love Bucket”) and Rhumba in The Park from his latest album Execute American Folklore.

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Going Underground Rings in the New Year Johnny Dowd Style


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Thanks to  Leo Hoek van Dijke, a selection from the London show at The Islington will be aired Jan 1st @ 14 H CEST ( 8 H EST) and 20 H CEST (14 H EST) on Going Underground
An interview with John and Mark Lotterman in Rotterdam will be aired Friday January 1st at 19 H CEST.

Editors note: Check it out the full interview below:



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-courtesy of Johnny