The outrageously named Reverend Glasseye and His Wooden Legs look and
sound as if they've just stepped out of an Edward Gorey drawing,
complete with vaudeville street-corner instrumentation and waxed
moustaches just itching to be twirled maniacally. Their swirling
carnival sound and medicine-show vocals are one part Squirrel Nut
Zippers, one part Tom Waits, and a hint of Sixteen Horsepower, with just
a pinch of absinthe haze. Their 2001 release, Black River Falls, clunks
and churns along with hints of klezmer and old-timey music peeking
through the keyholes, recounting tales of preacher's daughters and
tragic fishermen. While the band evokes an accurate period sound with
some interesting quirks, the Reverend's theatrics tend to overshadow
some fine songwriting at times, although that may be the whole point.
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