Struck A Raw Nerve

Prevaricated gyrations. Psychic telephony. Non-public calamities.

Lying on the dance floor

The gambler’s bequest

No time for luv

Free jazz drumming with accompanying instruments and the vocal stylings of Nicolás Walsh, who again delivers a scintillating performance on the mic.

The devil’s curse

King of the rumble

Loving too much or loving, not enough would you love somebody when your time is up in the darkest hour, do you need someone to hold you in the darkness of the night?￼

Under an evil star

Acoustic guitar, sticks, maracas, tambourine, bass guitar, vocals by NWE. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. My attorneys made me put that in there.

When you’re gone

Call me one more time

A cracked classical guitar, maracas, marimba, the discarded fragments of late 20th century mambo sludge

Carnival in springtime

Recorded with acoustic guitar electric guitar drumsticks maracas and vocals in Medellín Colombia in March 2025.

Elysian Fields

“In love”- a rough translation to be sure- rough but to the point. Things happen on a westbound train across the northern states. Good things and bad. I prefer to remember the good and she was terrific. Dark sunglasses and a lace veil, like she’d just been to a funeral- her dead husband’s perhaps. Blood red lips and sharp white teeth, a bit crooked but they do the job. Tore my heart clean out of my chest with those fangs.

Enamorado

Fever" is a song written by Eddie Cooley and Otis Blackwell, who used the pseudonym "John Davenport". It was originally recorded by American R&B singer Little Willie John for his debut album, Fever (1956), and released as a single in April of the same year. Fever" is a song written by Eddie Cooley and Otis Blackwell, who used the pseudonym "John Davenport". It was originally recorded by American R&B singer Little Willie John for his debut album, Fever (1956), and released as a single in April of the same year. 
In 2025, Nicolás Walsh Ensemble recorded in the fire of love, which made it to number one on Easter Island It has received nearly constant airplay on the island’s pirate radio stations. The population can’t get enough of this smoldering, sensual, sultry number

In the fire of love

Gimme Indie…pop? Nauseatingly catchy. The old San Francisco chord progression, pulled out of the sleeve like a neon green rabbit, its third eye focused with laser concentration on your greatest weakness. Like a one-legged dominatrix pressing her six inch heel down on your neck. Exciting stuff. Audio crack. Can’t get enough.

$U₽€RMAN.

This foray into falsetto should do the trick. Buzzing guitar strings through the deep chorus. Maracas and tambourine keeping time together.
Somethings are better left unsaid 
All of your memories you’d rather forget

It’s alright/Feel alright

Vampires and debutantes arrive on the scene going straight for the vein.

Straight for the vein!

They always said the Mississippi alligator was the most luxurious reptile, but that was before....