While the name “The Horrible Crowes” may sound like more appropriate nomenclature for Russell Crowe’s band, it isn’t that. It’s instead a side project of Brian Fallon, who is the frontman of The Gaslight Anthem, a band that blends the sounds of Springsteen and Social Distortion and rapidly fading youth in equal measure. I am, most absolutely, a fan — and this project is more of the same, really. The Horrible Crowes is supposed to be a bit softer than The Gaslight Anthem, but it’s not what I’d call mellow. Even when the music is more ballad-y than punk-y, it’s still got some real bite.
To say nothing of the lyrical content. Of all the movies I saw and books I read throughout 2011, I don’t think there was a line I immediately related to and wish I’d written quite like this one:
“I age by years at the mention of your name.”
And then there’s this one, which directly captures the wreckage that remains after emotional strife, and I maybe shouldn’t be so eager to mention I also find eminently relatable:
“I don’t recognize myself, I’m not the man you love, behold the hurricane.”
Anyway, enough talking. Go listen up.
