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Dead Luke: He's Not Dead and I Don't Know if His Name's Luke, but He Plays Psych

Might as well put this out there: wouldn’t have checked this disc out if not for that cover art. I mean, it’s kinda fantastical in a cut rate, wanna be tripped out manner. Good to take in after psychedelics, I’d imagine.

Anyway, by way of the Dead Hookers, Dead Luke turns in another album full of the conflagration of pop, folk, psych and whatever other genres are properly inculcating the underground at this point. To levy the term ‘outsider’ on anything at this point, and specifically a musician whose had work released by Sacred Bones amongst other imprints, doesn’t fly. It’s the same as everything being lo-fi for the last few years. If you get to record with any semblance of real equipment, manipulate it to sound all distant, that’s proper production, not low fidelity.

Anyway, the Wisconsinite found a home for his first solo long player in Florida’s Dying, which has been getting more and more notice of late after having issued the Electric Bunnies album last year as well as a compilation including the Bay Area’s Nobunny. A common thread? Probably not. And neither of those ensembles has anything to do with what’s going on over the course of Dead Luke’s American Haircut.

No matter the company this disc finds itself, there’s bound to be an indie-hippie (is that a thing? It is now) over tracks like “Sunrise,” which judging from its tone has more to do with the apocalypse than a new day dawning. It’s all fed back guitar sounds with a hint of sitar and enough ambient noise accompanied by background moaning to make the track a proper accompaniment to your next out door acid festival.

There’s almost a wide ranging attitude towards whatever underground rock stuffs constitute at this point. Moving from that previously mentioned, noise excursion, the following track apes a jangly, three chord rave up that should sate fans of Columbus Discount as well as Important Records.

It isn’t hard to imagine a few months on Dead Luke working the country with a cobbled together band opening up for whoever constitutes the spaced out rock cognoscenti at this point. It’ll be interesting to what his sound evolve if and when a move like that becomes a necessity. It didn’t work too well for Wavves, but people still eat that garbage up. And while any number of criticisms might be levied against Luke, being trash isn’t one of ‘em.