Sunrise on Automatic City. The hum grows louder under slowly brightening foggy skies, melting urban sounds, and the chaotic rhythms of traffic, factories and the clamor of construction.

Engines on. "Commit a Crime", percussion kicks in; pulse and beats issue from various instruments and objects of everyday life; cardboard, cans and bottles echo in the tape machine. Guitar riffs roar, moan and slide, saturating the old tweed amplifier's small speaker. Singing always soulful, swings between high and lows, changing moods and modes, to the backbeat of an ever pounding double bass and the raw strums of acoustic guitar.

Recorded with a handful of microphone on simple live takes, Automatic City stays true the founding fathers, to the roots of blues, the raw energy of a stripped down spontaneous sound, occasionally whisking us away on further musical explorations. an eclecticism which emerges on "God move on the water" bringing in sounds of theremin, sitar,mouth harp and melodica.

There once were giants, by the names of Willie Dixon, Howlin Wolf, Muddy Waters and Blind Willie Johnson. They sang stories about lost and founds loves, all night balls, cunning escapes, and fateful encounters, Churches and boozers, humanity sailing forth on a domed ship. "people had to run and pray" though sometimes whiskey and women wouldn't let the old boy do so, but all the folks surely want them to play. All night long !


Underground Hip Hop with lyrical atrocities, Top Militant. 
Caliber The Great 
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Lawrence MA. 
Bridgeport Ct
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Miami FL
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