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Trailer Bride

Hometown: The Woods Outside Chapel Hill Nc

The Spookiest Band We Know About. Southern, And We Mean Southern, To Their Core, They Can Hypnotize With Their Songs Of Sex, Death, Sin And Redemption, Or, If That Fails, They Can Bring The House Down With Their Wicked Slide-Guitar Mojo Abandon. They Come From A Land Full Of Snakes, Ticks, Chiggers, Dangerous, Stultifying Heat And Humidity--All Sorts Of Flying And Crawling Things That Will Bite You If You Let Yourself Get Too Dreamy And Unfocused. You Even Have To Keep Your Eye On The Plants, They Have Venus Fly Traps And Poison Sumac And Oak And Ivy. Given Such An Environment, It’s No Wonder That Trailer Bride Move At Their Own Pace, That Their Songs Weave Wearily And Warily Through The Woods, And That They Somehow Recreate The Sound Of Sweat Rolling Down A Glass Of Iced Tea, Or Of A Vine Creeping Up The Leg Of Couch Left Out On The Porch.

Fronted By The Enchanting Melissa Swingle, Her Enticing Drawl Beckons Listeners To Set A Spell While She Spins Yarns About The Ghosts In The Trees. Live, She Will Charm You With Her Endearing, Spastic, Arrhythmic Dance She Does When Her Eyeballs Are Rolled Up In Her Head And She's Ripping Off One Of Her Idiot Savant Guitar Solos. (She Is Also The Only Other Person In The Bs Firmament, Besides Bloodshot Rob, Who Maintain A Wistful Fondness For The Band Flipper). Other Guitars Wash Over You With Their Ample Re-Verb And Echoey Howls From Deep In The Pines. Handyman Daryl Plays His Bass Like No One Else And Keeps The Whole Woozy Wagon On Its Own Path.

We've Never Heard Anything Quite Like Trailer Bride, We Think You'll Agree. Their Sound Is Utterly Their Own. It Is Of The Earth, Totally Organic And Unschooled. Our Descriptions Are But Pale Attempts To Capture The Uncapturable. Give The Bride A Try.

Compilation Tracks:

"Poor Little Critter On The Road" On "Poor Little Knitter On The Road"

"Ghost On The Highway" On "Down To The Promised Land"

"Lullaby" On "The Bottle Let Me Down"

"Sex Beat" Melissa Duets With Alejandro Escovedo On His Cd "Bourbonitis Blues"

Smelling Salts

Jittery Hillbilly Noir From The Piney Woods Of North Carolina. Imagine The Velvet Underground Stoked On Brunswick Stew Instead Of Heroin. Join Them As They Hop Into Their Rocket 88 And Head To The Crossroads (Listening To Rem, Barbara Manning, And The Gun Club On The Radio The Whole Way) To Testify. Frontwoman Melissa Swingle Will Floor You With Her Idiot-Savant Slide Geetar Work--She Even Plays The Saw On A Couple!! Spooky Country Rumblings From That Scary House At The End Of The Street Your Friends Used To Dare You To Go In During Full Moons.

"Equal Parts Rootsabilly, Country Noir, And Psychedelic Folk, With Melissa Swingle Turning In A Tour-De-Force Vocal Performance Worthy Of A Backwoods Polly Harvey." -Fred Mills, Magnet

"Melissa Swingle Has A Stunningly Casual Sound To Her Voice, A Mix Of Natural Disinterest And World-Weary Resolution That's So Gritty It's Like Walking Barefoot On Gravel [And] Conjures A Sort Of Deep Woods Bottleneck Slide Guitar Mojo Which Shakes Across Every Track." -Gregory Nicoll, Creative Loafing

"This Trailer Bride Is Hardly Married To Genre Conventions. If You Require A Reference Point, Think Maria Mckee With Loads Of Time To Kill. Here's A Band Just A Likely To Hint At Bo Diddley As Cowboy Junkies....Twang Can Be Freaky, Too." -Philip Booth,Option

"Imagine Actress Frances Mcdormand's Sheriff Character From "Fargo"...With A Southern Accent And Randy Newman's Eye For Detail." -David Menconi, Raleigh-News & Observer