Right On Heliotrope!

'Don't talk about food... Your culture is killing me.' With that first shot across the bow, Stoney Spring's debut album announces a full-fledged assault on our 'sleek, sexy, crumbling civilization.' Featuring the founding members of the acclaimed alt-country band, I See Hawks in LA, Stoney Spring still has one toe in American roots music, but songs like 'Revenge Rock,' 'New Blood' and the gloriously rough-hewn psychedelia of 'Right on Heliotrope!' bring to mind some strange hybrid of Captain Beefheart and mid-'70s Neil Young. Other songs, like 'Jobs,' the catchy, piano-driven takedown of Steve Jobs, or the high-energy, folky hedonism of 'Pleasure Quest,' defy categorization. Then there is 'Class of '75,' a tragic love story that takes place in a high school homeroom. Whatever you call them, Stoney Spring slakes the thirst of the most jaded music lovers. The reviews are starting to come in, and here's what they say: 'Wholly original in ways not unlike that of Captain Beefheart, Harry Partch or Shuggie Otis. You know, an instinctive originality, unhindered by cultural or aesthetic archetype, just blessed with some kind of really strong radar. ...

It's like hearing the truth, unvarnished, for the first time, and feeling shocked, like you're experiencing the taste of an apple after subsisting on PopTarts your whole previous life.' - John Payne, LA Weekly rock critic, writing in Bluefat.com 'Stoney Spring understands the essentially desperate times we face. Yet, despair is not the essence of their music. Instead, one finds a joyful challenge to the ever expanding matrix that would render our cultural pursuits to be less meaningful than the dollar bills we pay for it. Political without the abrasiveness so often associated with that term, insightful without being preachy, and, most importantly, enjoyable, this first disc from Stoney Spring is worth checking out.' -Ron Jacobs, Counterpunch 'Stoney Spring kick all the grimness out of dystopic anarchy with their roadhouse musicianship and fuck-it-all humor. Alex Chilton might've made an album like this if he'd lived longer and sung lower.' --Greg Burk, LA Times rock critic, writing in MetalJazz.com.