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MAT D. AND THE PROFANE SAINTS – DIRT TOWN CITY LIMITS


I’ve probably written about Mat D. & The Profane Saints as much as anyone that isn’t named Lucero, Drive-By Truckers or who resides under the Suburban Home umbrella. They come out of Sioux City, Iowa with a brand of blues-fueled rock and roll that celebrates the decaying underbelly of the American Dream. There is a quote from Hunter S. Thompson’s book Fear and Loathing that comes to mind when listening to Mat’s songs. “We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.” Dive bars, dead lovers, drag queens, and liquor-fueled nights rode that wave out and The Profane Saints aim to document it, and they do so with a Southern-fried rock-meets-blues style, adding in a combination of rockabilly & country to spice it up.

Dirt Town City Limits was recorded over the course of two years and has a decidedly rawer, rustier edge to it than their previous album, Small Town Burning. When the band did Small Town Burning, they were splitting their time between various other projects. Now the side projects have fallen by the wayside and the result is a more clearly defined focus and direction. Keep these guys on your radar folks, they could be going places.

See for yourself.

Mat D. and The Profane Saints - Mudflap Mamma     

Mat D. and The Profane Saints - Spark Plug Rain     

Mat D. and The Profane Saints - Dead In New Orleans     

Mat D. and The Profane Saints’ Official Site, Mat D. and The Profane Saints on myspace, Buy Dirt Town City Limits

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