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Photos: Club Helsinki Concert, 2014

The Dust Bowl Faeries Halloween Show in North Adams

A special Celebration/Concert on Saturday, June 28 at Club Helsinki in Hudson, NY.  We are celebrating the birthdays of Mike Hotter (Swamp Baby) and our own Karen Cole (Dustbowl Faeries).

Making their Helsinki debut, Albany psych-folktronica band Swamp Baby formed in 2005 out of the ashes of acclaimed alt-country (and originally Kingston-based) outfit Knotworking and have been gaining notice slowly but steadily for their particular form of intimate, ethereal chamber pop. Swamp Baby will be playing in their original quartet formation for this one- bringing it all back home for Mike Hotter’s 40th birthday!


Blue River

Video: Blue River

Here’s a song from our Halloween performance at 19 Holden Street in North Adams. The song is Blue River, written by Ryder Cooley, performed by the Dust Bowl Faeries: Sara Ayers on keys, Karen Cole on lap steel, Ryder & Hazel on accordion. Camera by Tim Livingston.

Review: Cobra Club

Ryder Cooley at The Cobra Club

Alexa Chase of Seat of Perception reviews our performance as part of The Atrocity Exhibition at The Cobra Club in Brooklyn on November 16:

“Wearing Hazel (a deceased ungulate’s head) on her back, Ryder Cooley seems to sing on behalf of many animal spirits as they are channeled through her murky folky vocals. On either side of Ryder (above), 2 ‘sisters of fate’ weave their sonic looms, harmonizing and pounding with mallet and throat, plucking and pushing with the warp and weft of their Shamaness’ tale.

“Cooley, a captivating performer, seems at times to be almost floating outward toward the audience, temporarily evacuating her corporeal space so the souls of extinct beasts have room in the vessel of her body to fill as she sings them forth…

“The weavereses range their sonic threads from metal strands to deep dark river folk and a teepee smokestack’s rippling tones. Hard and soft and summoned, the imagined animal spirits have a strangely sweet allure and sway us through the Ryder’s lips beneath her feathery lashes and inkwell eyes.”