NEW ALBUM! Blind Engineer has released an EP, The Big Restless
. A humid, noir-inflected portrait of wanderers, upstarts, and small-town prisoners, The Big Restless
calls on the rural gothic of Mark Lanegan, the rambunctious spirit of The Felice Brothers, and the spare working-class sonics of The Vulgar Boatmen, The Silos, and Darkness-era Springsteen.
Blind Engineer will celebrate the release of The Big Restless with a show at Ace of Cups on Friday, July 29
. Betsy Ross and Sin Shouters open. The band will also play live on WCBE
90.5 Wednesday, July 27 in the 11AM hour.
Blind Engineer began as a 2011 solo home-recording project by Robert Loss. With help in 2013 from Bill Heingartner, Loss’ bandmate in The Wells, Loss released Black-Letter Ballads, vol. 2
, a digital download-only album of twenty-one recordings saturated in hiss and adventure that sound like they were recorded in the back of a speeding '88 Lincoln Towncar.
In 2015, with Loss on rhythm guitar and lead vocals and Heingartner on drums, Blind Engineer (now sans “the”) was joined by Columbus singer-songwriter Eric Nassau on bass and Jesse Charles on lead guitar.The Big Restless
is available for download here at Mingo Town Music
and at Bandcamp
. The download comes with a lyric sheet PDF.
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The Blind Engineer is not like any musician you have encountered before. His songs will ride you like an “out of time” rusting train car. And what if you met your forsaken conscience in this wood stove that is America? Would you even try to make amends or would you simply run the other way? There are no answers in these songs and messages are just some new junk The Blind Engineer refuses to deal in. His music is beautiful, all naked and transfigured underneath the underpass. And it’s a hell of a way to go ending up right back here wringing your hands, drinking the same stale, warm beer. Ask yourself who isn’t sick and tired of hanging around this prehistoric town as you fuck your sacred noise and burn, burn so dispassionately. “I stood at the wall, my fingers covered in ash, and I wrote my new name.” - Charles Cicirella