FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
May 5, 2006



AMERICAN ORIGINAL JOHNNY DOWD COMPLETES CRUEL WORDS, SET FOR JULY 4 RELEASE

Guests include the Mekons’ Sally Timms & Jon Langford; U.S. summer tour planned

ITHACA, N.Y. – Johnny Dowd is an American original, his vision distilled from the raw detritus of primal rock’n’roll, free jazz, swamp blues and greasy funk – all anchored by a voice channeling Johnny Cash through Chet Baker. Cruel Words, his sixth album and second for Bongo Beat Records, follows a trajectory set in motion by the self-released Wrong Side of Memphis in 1998.

At the time of his debut album, Johnny was 50 years old and working at Zolar Moving Company in his adopted hometown of Ithaca by day and recording in the offices by night (it was OK – he’s one of the owners.) The new album was recorded out-of-house at Ithaca’s Pyramid Sound with longtime friend and engineer Alex Perialas.

It’s no surprise that Europeans were the first to embrace him. Here was a fully formed character who’d emerged from nowhere, a guitar-toting white-haired James Dean flashing a sly grin as he casually hand-rolled a cigarette during the course of a song.

Dowd’s musical canon cuts a wide swath across the fringes of American music, twisting and prodding each form into something it shouldn’t be: country funneled through free jazz, an Okie drawl crooning over swamp psychedelia. It all becomes clearer when you’re told that his two favorite records as a kid were James Brown’s Live at The Apollo and Hank Williams as Luke the Drifter; a yin-yang template that frames the Johnny Dowd songbook.

Cruel Words raises the stakes considerably. The core trio of Dowd (guitar, vocals), Brian Wilson (drums, bass pedals) and Mike Stark (keyboards) is joined by Mekons’ Sally Timms and Jon Langford on the standout “Drunk.” The album also marks the return of longtime Dowd back-up vocalist Kim Sherwood-Caso to the fold.

There’s an almost Kerouac sense of naive wonderment as Johnny chronicles the desperate measures of the marginalized characters in these songs, displaying a Brothers-Grimm view of the forces conspiring against them (sometimes with their own complicity). “You’re not the father of the child that I carry,” taunts the title character of “Unwed Mother,” while the wheelchair-bound war vet of “Praise God” questions the price paid for loyalty.

Released in Europe in February 2006, Cruel Words arrives on our shores with 4-and 5-star reviews from every influential UK publication, including Mojo (4 Stars, “as much jazz as roots music, as much poetry as rock”); Maverick (5 Stars, “Johnny Dowd is a law unto himself”); Classic Rock (8 stars, “the songs are quirky but they rock”); Time Out London (5 Stars, “gothic folk funk”); Daily Mirror (4 Stars, “wit and wisdom to match even the late great Warren Zevon”); and The Independent (5 Stars, “may be the greatest album of his career”).

Following a very successful European tour, Johnny is set to swing through the U.S. and Canada starting in late July. The records can only prepare you so much for the live experience: Johnny’s ramshackle music-stand tottering under the weight of his lyric book, the dry-wit delivery of between-song vignettes and a casualness reminiscent of Dean Martin (believe it or not). But don’t be fooled, there is more craft going on than Johnny lets on (for example, he’s a stunning guitar player no matter how casually he may downplay it).

“This was an easy record to make,” says Johnny. “We had been playing the songs live for almost a year, so our plan was to go into the studio, cut the songs live with a minimum of overdubs or other studio trickery.”

Recently Johnny’s riveting performance in the British documentary, Searching For The Wrong Eyed Jesus (hosted, starring, and inspired by Jim White) has gotten him considerable attention and led to forming a group with drummer Brian Wilson and Jim White called Hellwood (Europe only album and tour to follow later this year).

Cruel Words is a career-defining work — the quintessential distillation of Johnny Dowd’s America, a guided tour into the dark heartland of all that is uncomfortably familiar.

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