Artists:Paul Curreri

Paul Curreri, the thirty-one-year-old guitarist and songwriter from Charlottesville, Virginia, unveils his fifth album, The Velvet Rut, this November on England’s Tin Angel Records & Brooklyn’s City Salvage Records.

“The beer fall empty and I fill up with fire. I’m walking toward your mouth repeating my mantra.” Goddamn. The Velvet Rut is off and running; and the sheer volume, guitar drive, & tangible had-it-up-to-here contained in this first track sounds nothing short of intimidating.

Internationally acclaimed as a songwriter, guitarist, and spirited live performer (“Curreri brings a renewed eloquence to the medium,” – The New Yorker) he now adds producer to the credits. The Velvet Rut is a sonic eruption, and Curreri played every note on every instrument.

The record is certainly unruly – boots stamp, telecasters telecast, acoustics pick so quietly they border on aggressive, and pianos make noises weirder than they were ever supposed to. As a guitar player, Curreri is renowned (“Spontaneous and poetic” – The Independent-UK; “You half-expect tears to appear on the face of his instrument.” – Oxford Town; “Furrowing a sonic field few musicians would be admitted to.” – Americana-UK). Here, in the layering – or in the choices to not layer – his playing twists & extends itself, revealing further meaning in these dynamically badass narratives. read more