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Casual males: Jim Crawley, Denis
Drouin, Eric Katz, Joe Crawley. Photo
by Joe Putrock
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Rock
Ready
By Bill Ketzer
Alt-country
rockers Crawdad celebrate a new album, and traverse the back
roads of their lives right here in their own backyard
The
members of Crawdad have no plans to tour in support of their
new CD, The Rock Album. Ever. Nope. Sorry. The dogs
barked, as they say, but the caravan moved on.
“We
plan to tour Albany, maybe Troy, but that’s about it,” says
guitarist Jim Crawley. “We don’t really give a shit about
record contracts, the music industry or the current flavor
of the month. What we do care about is the quality of our
music, and the volume at which it is played.”
“And
maybe the quality of our beer,” drummer Joe Crawley adds,
hoisting a Corona in the general direction of his brother.
It’s not that they can’t play the game. Some may recall a
time in the early 1990s when a band named Private Plain—consisting
of the Crawley brothers, bassist Eric Katz and erstwhile ax-slinger
Jim Caringi—were prime major-label contenders, but the corporate
executives and high-interest loans began to sound more like
hot air than a fresh windfall.
“We
wanted to get signed, so we gave it a great push, generated
some interest, but quickly learned how horrible the business
really is,” Jim explains. “Now it is all about the rock, my
friend.”
The rock, as it happens, comes in the shape of a 12-song disc
on Kranepool Records, to be released this Friday at Valentine’s
in Albany. According to the band, the project was 100-percent
locally grown—conceived, designed, engineered, recorded and
otherwise hashed out in both the Crawley laundry room and
at the wayward digs of producer Barry Breckenridge (the placement
of “The Great” in front of Barry’s name is steadfastly demanded
here by the lads). The effort is discussed in a kind of betrothed
reverence—each member seems almost shocked to be actually
holding it in hand.
“The
production is just incredible,” says Jim. “It’s really hard
for me to step back and look at this record in an objective
way. I’ve been in too deep, so I can’t formulate any opinion
on it other than I like the way the songs sound, especially
sonically. I like playing them live.”
Katz agrees. “It’s tough to be so intimately involved with
something and have perspective. I think at some point you
try to leave your influences behind and forge something for
yourselves.”
All agree that Buffalo native Denis Drouin helped to achieve
that goal, both diversifying and consolidating the Crawdad
sound. The guitarist-violinist-vocalist showed up a few years
back (no one can remember exactly when) to give the band’s
already alt-country flavor an additional kick in the cow jones
industrial leverage.
“I
had the good fortune of being around some incredible bluegrass
players in high school, so we would skip class and hang out
in the practice booths of the music department and jam,” explains
Drouin. “I grew up in a French Canadian household and my dad
had these old-time fiddle records around, so bluegrass was
an easy progression for me. This is actually my first rock
band!”
“He’s
more classy,” adds Katz.
“The
flavoring, the spice,” brother Joe says.
“No
less rock,” declares brother Jim.
The new material is rock-fury-meets-country- sensibility,
but Crawdad are not afraid to venture out to the proverbial
toolshed. For example, “War With Bees” hammers a 2/4 Brit-pop
beat into due diligence, while the experimental “Hobo Rock”
is more an ad hoc Beefheart performance into a vintage Webcore
lo-fi audio recorder. Opener “Plank Road” is a “psychedelic
country tribute” to the rustic, ever-winding ribbon of tarmac
of the same name that runs east through Rensselaer County
toward Massachusetts, tracing the contours of rolling hills
and streams, leaving more than 300 years of Capital Region
settlement and industry in its wake. Could this be a metaphor,
a timeline upon which is built upon raw, harmonious currency,
evoking all the hindsight and curses of nostalgia?
Jim Crawley pauses. “Plank Road is chock full of ’83 Cutlass
Supremes with fat rear tires and Cherry Bomb mufflers and
aftermarket headers,” he says. “There are many. But yes, there
is a kind of theme there, each tune kind of takes you down
that meandering back road, but in your face, like getting
hit by Jerome Bettis on a goal line stance.”
All that might and no tour, no smelly GMC van blasting cross-country
to spread the good word and the bad medicine?
“We’re
all really happy right now,” Joe says. “Why would we want
to go and do a thing like that?”
The Crawdad CD-release party will be at
Valentines (17 New Scotland Ave., Albany), with Viking Technology,
tomorrow (Friday, Feb. 28). Admission for the 9 PM show is
$5. For more information, call 432-6572.
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