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Last year, the Alabama-born singer and songwriter A.A. Bondy crashed his motorcycle in upstate New York, sorta like Dylan did way back yonder, in the olden times. Bondy, though, he really did tump his hog pretty bad. He got scraped up and went to the hospital, unlike Blind Boy Grunt, who probably just consulted the closest blind veterinarian he could rouse.
Also, Bondy didn't use the wreck as an excuse to ditch everybody and hang out down in the basement. No, he got back on the hoss and into the studio and recorded "Believers," which came out back in September. Man, this is a good album. The opening track, "The Heart is Willing," is a hauntingly beautiful and mesmerizing tune. The rest of the album follows suit, enveloping the listener in a warm, hazy cloud of songs that blur together nicely — like you've taken one too many Xanaxes, but you're still OK.
Previously, Times boss-man Lindsey Millar wrote that Bondy was "Cat Power for dudes," and as a dang-near fanatical devotee of Cat Power I pretty much concur, though I'd add "bros," "brahs," "guys," "fellows," "chaps," "punters," "lads," "blokes," "gentlemen," "scoundrels," "wastrels," "drifters," "grifters," "scholars," "drunks," "convicted felons" and "dangerous loners" to that description. Bondy's tunes will appeal to all of those types and more.
Opening act is Gold Leaves.