Formed by a nucleus of anarchist squatters and hobo's, Blackbird Raum is what happens when a bunch of folks to poor to afford electricity want to play anarchist punk music. Utilizing bathtub basses, banjos, acoustic guitars and a whole lotta stank, this band somehow defies that label "folk punk" that I so nostalgically apply to many bands. Instead, they sit in a far darker place; refusing the old time memry's of there peers, they play entirely original tunes rather then Woody Guthrie covers. They jump from sea shanty like hyms to fast, gypsy like howling polkas. Witches, poison, malice and politics dominates there lyrical content.
Like the old gypsy lady winking at you from her porch, Blackbird Raum is entirely unsettling... and intriguing as fuck.
01 - Turning away
02 - Catherine's wheel
03 - Lucasville
04 - All turning backs in the meadow and wait while bones are thrown
05 - To the barricades!
06 - William
07 - The helm of ned kelly
08 - Crumbs
09 - Snare
10 - Ensemble suicide
11 - Old one eye
12 - Conquest of bread
13 - A rat in my dream
14 - Path of raven
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