The Starvations: One Long Night
Being from the South, I have a soft spot in my heart for the sad-sack qualities of Country music. I love the desperate lyrics, the twangy, cheap sound and it's ability to instill in me the desire to buy a shotgun and chew tobacco. The Starvations are not Country nor are they Rockabilly. These guys recall the sound all right, but the lyrics are so artfully written, each song so seriously constructed that it cannot be written off into any specific genre as a cheap imitation. The misery and angst that throbs out of each track on One Long Night is fraught with death, lost loves, and unfortunate circumstances. Picture a group of drunks in a bar, all too aware of their hopeless situation, still crowing for another drink even though it might be their last. This is the world of The Starvations. The pounding drums and wailing guitars are grouped with singer Gabriel Scarecrow's haunting voice, which wraith-like, paints a picture of darkness and despair that claws at your brain, plaintively begging you to listen. The nostalgically beautiful song One Long Night is reason enough to buy the EP and will remind those for whom life's regrets retain a certain clarity that, to quote Mr. Scarecrow, "This life's been one long night".