“San Francisco’s Doomed” ...or so they say. There are, however, four Cool Ghouls who will have none of that. Born and raised in Fog Nation’s stripmall suburbs, these boys dreamed of the day when they would move to Shaky City.  San Francisco - the town so many of their electric heroes (Creedence, Thee Oh Sees, Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Flamin’ Groovies etc.) call(ed) home - was their destiny.  So they moved to SF, formed a band, packed themselves into crowded apartments, found lousy jobs serving beer and coffee to Bay Area glassholes (alongside counter culture legends), and they have no plans of leaving. Thank the gods their dreams came true! Cool Ghouls are the perfect antidote for San Francisco’s current mess.  They are providing the real-life soundtrack to a new generation of young, loud and gritty San Franciscans that wake up everyday with a beautiful feeling just knowing that these guys won’t let this city’s culture burn to the ground. Their loud guitars, acid riffs, party screams, and stacked-as-f*ck three-part vocal harmonies are echoing down the alleys and shaking foundations. A Swirling Fire Burning Through The Rye is their sophomore full-length album, and it rules.  Recorded live to tape by San Francisco’s Sonny Smith (Sonny and the Sunsets) and mixed and mastered by Mikey Young (Total Control, Eddy Current Suppression Ring), this record elevates Cool Ghouls psychedelic garage jams to a whole new level.  So it is, that Empty Cellar Records is very stoked to present to you ten new delectable Cool Ghouls songs brimming with infectious creative energy. With the vocals on top (did we mention the great harmonies), the drum fills tight, and guitar tones dialed in, this record is an excellent complement to the neverending nights of a neverending summer.  If you don’t believe us, then attend one of their local shows and watch San Francisco’s colorful underbelly dance its cares away. Cool Ghouls definitely knows what’s going on. The band is not oblivious. Just listen to tracks like “The Mile” or “Reelin’” to know that they too are trying to wrap their mind around the swirling fire burning through their town. San Francisco is still doomed... it always has been and always will be.  At least these Cool Ghouls are here to help it go down with just a little bit of true class.  Available this fall - featuring photography of one of their wild house shows by Michael Lucero - on Vinyl and CD from Empty Cellar Records and cassette from Burger Records.  300 limited edition lps will be available in deluxe swirling fire colored vinyl.


Cool Ghouls - The Mile

We Can Agree

Some people call it a vibe and some people call it a groove. We call it boogie soul. It’s the sound of HANDSOME JACK on their new album “Do What Comes Naturally”.

Produced by Zachary Gabbard of the BUFFALO KILLERS and featuring Bob Nave (of the legendary Lemon Pipers) on hammond organ, among others, the music of this album seamlessly flows through deep dark mid-tempo boogies, smoky upbeat burners, and soulful feel-good rockers all with a natural ease.

HANDSOME JACK hails from Buffalo NY and began as a blues garage rock band. After high school they moved out of the garage and developed their sound into a natural soulful boogie that remains rooted in raw blues. They’ve shared the stage with The Sheepdogs, Blue Cheer, Gov’t Mule, J. Geils, The Hold Steady, and Robert Randolph to name a few.

Do What Comes Naturally

Creepin'

HANDSOME JACK - Creepin'

we used to know the sun
the moon the stars and everyone
who ever sat upon a throne
in the sky
and they send the mortals to the seas
so they could die for you and me
stop me if you've heard this one before

now the mothers of the mountains
are crying tears of sediment
rocks rolling down the sides
into the streets

and i forgot to remember 
every day that i grow fonder
because the nights keep getting longer
when im spending them with you

oooh

and the spiders voices echo
through the webs that they call home
in every corner every crack
and every window sill
but a spiders feat just can't compete
with jason and the golden fleece
stop me if you've heard this one before

now the mothers of the mountains
are singing songs of testament
trees chopped down from the forest
turned to holy word

and i never read the bible
but i'll sit here for a while
and take the lords name in vain with you

oooh

Golden Lady

Rusty Frame

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