Danny Kroha is a founding member of the Gories, who released two albums and a handful of singles containing influential blues/punk between 1986 and 1992. From 1993-2006, Kroha co-led the Demolition Doll Rods through five long players of primitive glam/roots scorch, touring the U.S. and Europe several times both as headliners and as openers for the likes of the Cramps (on a full U.S. tour) and Iggy Pop (for several west coast shows). Now, Kroha comes full circle with his latest combo, Danny & The Darleans. They play what Kroha describes as ”garage rock’, a style of American folk music which is blues-based and is played with electric guitar, electric bass, and drums.” He goes on to say ”I’m really into the idea of garage rock as folk music. It was the folk music of 60’s teenagers. Anybody can do it.” What becomes evident after one listen to the band’s debut LP on Nero’s Neptune, however, is that not just anybody can do it like the Darleans do it! With the explosive rhythm section of sometime-Detroit Cobra Richie Wohlfeil on drums and Colleen Burke on bass and vocals, the band storm through 12 numbers with the raw energy and toughness one would hope for from Detroit’s best rock and roll band.
Another world-class voice is heard from Louisiana, another soulful, mesmerizing singer who writes emotional songs with impact and heart. Andrew Duhon is a troubadour for the next generation, a story-teller for his generation. Measured in the blues with the gift of narrative, Andrew’s songs will not only make you think, they will make you sing along, days later. This a young artist to watch, and to hear, as soon as you can find a way.
Lily and Madeleine are precocious teenage sisters from Indianapolis with voices as blameless as cornflowers. They blend together perfectly on this debut album of melodic acoustic folk, but it’s a melding so perfect as to be (churlish though it sounds) pretty boring. Innocence doesn’t tend to be interesting and their best songs are the ones hardened with an edge of sorrow, like the careworn Paradise. Less appealing, and sounding ripe for an insufferable commercial, is the tambourine-tapping campfire cheer of Nothing But Time or I’ve Got Freedom, ditties which amble along vaguely, and against which their two voices sound bloodless rather than delicate.