Artist Village: Scoundrels

London is anything but known for their blues-rock; these kinds of premises are centered for American accents pronouncing words like Nashville or Austin. But every now and again music requires an adoptive transplant of British sounds on to American soil. In this series of events became the Scoundrels, a London blues-rock infused quartet who have since been plucked from their Notting Hill birthplace and refined their sound along the murky waters of Louisiana. 

Sensing their music was deserved of legends amidst the blues-rock scene, they were signed and instantly relocated to Henderson, Louisiana to catalyze an album and a chance to augment upon an external London sound and seemingly make it their internal occupations. 

With ricocheting vocals imposing the incredibly misconceived notion that the uphill battle to be known as a band is simple fun, the Scoundrels convince us in the message but deceive us in the method.

 Their songs are fun and peak interests of the soul to move and glide along, there are no London tattoos or swamp legends but tasteful stories of love and hopelessness. You begin to enjoy how music from any place and any background can make you feel to a certain degree indifferent and more so important and existing, lively. At times you feel the Black Keys are jamming with Lynryd Skynyrd with Jonny Lang on vocals to read anti-fairytales of love gone wrong. Blues and rock n’roll have transformed into malleable drunk backseat drivers for the past decade, staying content but never letting their presence escape the public. Rock n’roll has seemed like it’s on holiday. And as mentioned before, the Scoundrels convince you otherwise.  Their self-titled album is out now. 

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