Feller Quentin's
2nd full length (following the self-released "Cat in a Tree
With a Mouse In Its Teeth") and his first for Echelon Productions,
sees a much more solid set of songs and an expanded innovation from
the previous effort. The clever tales float around a cast of characters
that include insects and animals, baseball legends and nuns with
their forbidden brides.
Once again,
Feller Quentin, plays one man band here as he juggles duties on
guitar, mandolin, banjo, cello, drums, beats, and of course vocals.
The songs range from the Lee Hazelwood-esque slow-burners to the
more uptempo rompers. Fans of Little Wings, Moldy Peaches, and Beck
will certainly find something they quite enjoy.
A unique voice
for any genre, Quentin's folk tales are an old-timey quilt wrapped
around you and your friends whilst sitting around a campfire, listening
to your ipod playlist as broadcast through the FM transmitter plugged
into your '84 Volvo station wagon.
mp3's
1. I Won't Stop Killing Birds
2. Bottom of a Well
3. Last Promise of a Seed
4. Invocation
5. Life of a Camel, WWII
6. The one about the One Leg Man
7. Shuffle Up, Shuffle
8. Slim,
Poker Dog of Paintings
9. Fly love song
10. Song for any Old Lady
11. Horses & Cows
12. Heroes Have Cheated
PRESS
"One,
two, sometimes three. Other than the few orchestral movements currently
sweeping post-rock, bands are slowly becoming less a 5-man affair
than a 1, 2, and 3 person get together that is less hassle and doesn’t
cut into profits as much. Taking his spot in this line of hitmakers,
Feller Quentin’s second full-length is a genius collection
of folk ballads, jazzy numbers, and witty lyricism that hints at
early Beck and a mature version of Adam Green. Hailing from the
same city that brought you Alcatraz, Quentin maintains all the Height-Ashbury
drug-ridden musical layerings, while somehow branching out of this
hippie-soaked arena of free love with a sound that is old and new
at the same time."—Indieworkshop.com
"At
the very least, I Am Not A Monster sounds like something
off K Records, the Olympia-based imprint laden with acoustic guitars,
off-key vocals and more focus on experimental fucking around than
actual pop songcraft. But, regardless of his musical contemporaries,
Feller Quentin seems to transcend much of the pigeonholing that
music critics are desperate to perpetrate on today’s neo-folkies.
If you can just sit back and listen, with as few preconceived notions
as possible, you'll hear a record that is just plain (and trust
me, I don't use this word lightly) "nice". Soothing, almost.
Despite the silly, absurdist lyrics, it isn't overcome with the
self-conscious folly I’m used to hearing from artists like
Beck Hansen. Take this record for what it is worth, because, whatever
that is, I Am Not A Monster really isn't demanding much else."—Swagger
"Quintinsential!
Psyche-folk-art-weirdness that's willing to be as upbeat as a Woody
Guthrie singalong and as dreary as Jandek." —Roctober
"I
was stoned by myself the other day and I was thinking that what
the world needs now is a psycho psychedelic traditional futurist
folk-singer. How did Feller know? Thank God weirdos like this still
live in San Francisco." -—Eric Ducker, FADER
MAGAZINE
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