Bandannas not the head gear of choice
Instead of watching Sean Bean as Sharpe (thanks everyone for letting me know exactly when he was taking his shirt off, and please remember some of us are apt to explode with frustration because we don't have TVs) I spent the night listening to the preview of 'Dust'. It's released tomorrow, and in this country I think iTunes is the only instant buying option. 'Dust' is the fourth studio album from the Louisiana-based six piece BDP, who according to their bio are 'poised to take on [a national] presence'. I imagine they are all standing on a diving board somewhere, possibly in anachronistic Victorian woolen swimming costumes, ready to leap. All in all they're a rather jolly group of lads with a blues-rock bayou sound. What can I say; their bio needs a bit of work, but by gum their tunes don't. Benjy himself has a soulful appeal with a voice that rings with passion and occasionally frustration (much like my non-Sharpe experience last night). The music is truly joyful ('Same Damn Book'), except the sad songs - they do what they should by being heart rending, wistful and yearning. Lyrics are uncomplicated but tap straight into all sorts of emotional excesses. Above all they seem like a group of guys who all really click (try 'Do It With the Lights On' from 'The Angie House', and stop yourself from dancing), and who have taken their regional influences to a polished and gutsy level. A band who you'd have love to have discovered in a bar or party before they became that serious. Maybe you'd have stood the chance of having a melodic, Louisiana, bluesy, sort of song written about you... Find their album streamed online here : http://www.bdpmusic.com/
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