THE LUCKY ONES FORGET

Vinyl LP pressing. DetroitAEs most beloved bartender, cook, and ping pong champion has gone solo. Well, solo in the sense that heAEs put a firecracker musical act together and called it The Craig Brown Band. The debut full-length album, oThe Lucky Ones Forget,o was recorded oalmost live!o by Warren Defever (His Name Is Alive) and is coming soon on Third Man Records. ItAEs a long-player filled with songs about heartbreak, drinking, and vansubuilt upon the work of those daring punks who embraced country music (Replacements, Meat Puppets, Tom Petty, et al.). And itAEs one of 2017AEs must-hear records. Quick rewind. For years, Craig Brown shared manic lead vocals and guitar squealies in the completely unhinged punk band, Terrible Twos (Urinal Cake Records). HeAEs gigged with King Tuff (Sub Pop), and shredded with local Detroit weirdos the Brownstown Gals and the Mahonies. He currently rages with New JerseyAEs Liquor Storeuthey even sell their own brand of switchblades at the merch table. Whatever the band and whatever the avenue, Craig brings effortless musicianship and his damaged honkey-tonk howl to the mix. That is to say, heAEll shred your face off your skull and break your heart at the same time. HeAEll continue to amaze with his eclectic, beyond-pro-as-fuck, takeno-prisoners guitar playing and songwriting abilities. This man has a deep love for rock nAE roll. ItAEs imbedded in his soul. ItAEs in the way he moves, thinks, lives, and plays. Live, the Craig Brown Band might look like they slept at the club, but deliver a surprisingly polished and tuneful sound that will have even the gnarliest of disenfranchised young people pocketing their phonesufor at least a few tunes, anyway. The good olAE boys in the band, Eric, Perry and Young Andrew hold down the bedraggled hillbilly-deluxe-meets-dive-bar-classic-rock, offset by the pitchperfect honeyed harmonies of Drinkard sisters, Caitlin and Bonnie. Just the kind of band you scratch your head to in the beginning but rave to your friends about how much they fucking rule in the end. Craig Brown may not be God yet, but heAEs definitely thrown his mustache, snapback hat and weed leggings into the ring.'