RetrOh oh oh oh, yes! An open letter to Blood Feathers.

My Dear Blood Feathers,

What is this sound you have? How can I describe it?

Are you Herman’s Hermits? No, I don’t remember a slide guitar in “I’m Henry the Eighth, I am.”

Are you Elmore James? No, you’re too pepped up to be singing the blues. Your full on rocking of the slide guitar would make the brothers Allman and Joe Walsh proud.

Is that Elvis Costello I hear? Buddy Holly? The Dave Clark Five? Kings of Leon? All of the above?

How do you do that?

Are you amazing? YES! This I can clearly tell. The awesomeness is blatant and easily identified, even if the influences are subtle and emerge randomly.

You have confused my aural synapses in a most delightful way. Your voices are decidedly late 60s, but your tunes are undoubtedly classic 70s rock and your lyrics have everything to do with the here and now. All this blends together, resulting in something you just don’t get these days. Fresh and classic, new and familiar, now and then…and altogether the most fun. Ever!

Whoa! And what is this?! Your latest release is on vinyl?! I just had a nostalgiagasm.

If I could somehow let the people of Philadelphia know how fantastic you sound so they would get their shakable rumps out to see your show, I definitely would. There must be a way.

I’ll think of something and then you let me know if everyone in the City of Brotherly Love doesn’t show up at Kung Fu Necktie on July 1st and I’ll be sure to expedite a boot to the head. You are not to be missed.

Hugs and smooches,

Kathy