DEAD WESTERN
“Suckle at the Supple Teats of Time” (CD/LP)
March 26th 2010 – DISREC13
01 So Many Signs
02 Not Really Here At All
03 The Farthest Sea
04 A Father Ain’t A Man
05 The Old Men Go
06 Courageous Eyes
07 A Song To Calm The Minds
08 The Killers
09 The Mockery
10 Where The Wind Will Blow
DEAD WESTERN is TROY MIGHTY, who demands to live.
Dead Western reaches out from the Psych-Folk happening of the US Westcoast.
“Suckle at the Supple Teats of Time” reaches out with the familiarity of the dark and saddened
guitar-based Folk, it surprises with the momentum of life, the comprehension of the beauty in
life, confusion and self – it reaches straight to the heart.
Troy’s voice is like sound from the earth, a whole warm ground. The second full-length album
of the wandering troubadour from Sacramento “Suckle at the Supple Teats of Time”” opens already
with enchanting sadness but the sorrowfulness of the sensitive mind. A mind that wants to suck in
the world but struggles to find its place in it. Rising up on “Not Really Here At All”, a song of
love, a children choir declaring “We will fill the air content in calm and grace, as we sing
to those who complicate: Please keep your weapons out of space! Please throw your weapons in the
garbage can!”.
Later on “A Father Ain’t A Man”, it cuts your heart right in two, baring the struggle of
paternity and a father disconnected from his child. The frankness of these songs is loose and
free, expresses fear, joy and even directed critique. What makes these songs so universal is the
reappearing thought they are holding, of other places, people and time. A longing for and
awareness of things far from sight.
The carrying instrument in Dead Western is the acoustic guitar, one that is patient with the mind
singing to it. The gently picked guitar weaves a subtle net, in which playful sounds like violin
(played by Extra Life’s Caley Monahon-Ward), bass (Jesse Phillips), percussion (Kevin Corcoran),
chord organ, kazoo and a singing saw appear here and there and exist comfortably. These and other
instruments played by Troy build a family and its members tell each song’s story in their
own way, their own sound.
Dead Western is a subtle child, but one with the backbone of an old man. “Suckle at the Supple
Teats of Time” is the soundtrack to your fever dreams. Songs that sound like they have been here
for hundred years, music you can hide within and brave the world outside. These ten mindenhancing
songs are for those who have an ear and a heart that swings with dissonance. And you might need to
climb in a wooden horse to get to the heart of this Dead Western.