Artist: The Devil Makes Three

May I introduce you to The Devil Makes Three, a kick-ass indescribably fantastically talented trio a friend recommended to me and I promptly went out and purchased two of their albums. Their self-titled album, The Devil Makes Three, came in the mail today and I received their live album last week called “A Little Bit Faster and a Little Bit Worse” referring to how when bands play live they’re always faster and less technically perfect… but this album is perfection as the band is so amazing live! The next time they stop by Seattle I’m stepping across the border!

The Devil Makes Three

The Devil Makes Three’s sound is hard to explain, like old southern blue grass with ragtime, folk, blues and old school country influences. They are a trio of acoustic  prodigies, playing fast and hard causing your heart to pound fast and making you want to get up and dance. Their lyrics are dark and full of spirits, graveyards, bottles of whiskey and things lost and broken.  Of the three there are two great male singers – one’s voice is made for the blues – the other’s for country and blue grass. This is not a Pagan band, but the beautiful darkness of their music combined with lyrics full of spirits and graveyards will delight anyone who loves hoodoo, conjure and the legends of the Devil at the crossroads.

Devil Makes Three - Album Cover

CD Artwork

Their album covers are so incredibly witchy and dark, they make me happy! For the live album, the initials of the band on the CD are actually made up of little naughty demons! My favourite songs so far from both albums are  “Black Irish”, “Bangor Mash”, “Old Number Seven”, “Dynamite”, and “St. James”. You can have a sneak listen to their songs on Myspace and also for any of their albums on Amazon. ♥

Bangor Mash

“…there’s a thousand things you’ve got to see to believe,
c’mon and lay them bones down at my feet
we’re going to look into your future see what we can see
man I say your future looks pretty damn dim
I couldn’t say if you’re goin’ to sink or swim
give me five dollars and I’ll sing you a song
tell you something you knew all along…”

Dynamite

“I been hearing the voices of the grave
now, every single one of them makes me their slave
pushing that music down into my veins

all that power and all that pain…”

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