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Dynamite Brothers / Press

"You might listen to Again, the latest from Chapel Hill’s Dynamite Brothers, and wonder why you’ve not heard more of their raw-dog garage-rock, soul and funk mix. Where are the breathless blog posts? The Bonnaroo invites? The frickin’ back catalog? …… Noticeably more up-front in the band’s soul & roll sonics on Again is a measured, Meters-like element of funk….."

“The Dynamite Brothers conjure dimly lit dives with swampy and slinky soul, powered by bongo-fueled grooves and searing guitar solos and covered in the urgency of garage rock and blues.”

“The mood for Again summons up the vibe of a block party where the Dynamite Brothers are at the center of a drinkin', dancin' and lovin' vortex, serving up the tunes well into the wee hours of the morning. It's the kind of party you'll want to go back to - again and again.”

“another great high-energy slab of dirty guitar-driven southern blues-funk. Yes, I know that genre can be a total minefield/death-trip in the wrong hands, but you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that the Dynamite Brothers are The Right Hands."”

“The boy/ girl synchronization the song ("In Time") cites is amplified in the music's come-hither eyes, sidling into a fuller sonic imprint so subtly and imperceptibly, you barely notice it has your shirt off, head bobbing and toes curled as things head into the last minute.”

“Then there’s the soulful precision with which these dudes nail the slow, sensual jam: “In Time”, “Happy Hour” and “Purple Neon and Pink Champagne” might be some of the sexiest tunes to roll out of NC in a long while. . .”

“Good god, how did this, the sophomore platter from Chapel Hill's Dynamite Brothers, elude national critics upon its release late in the fall?”

“Late '60s big-thump hard rock with a nifty hard soul record collection (or, in review-speak, Zep meets The Spencer Davis Group)? Clinton, Zappa & Associates present inter-symphonic funk? Free-range free jazz? Yes. Yep. Uh huh. And sure, why not?”

“The Dynamite Brothers assert themselves as a hard-rocking, foot-stomping force to be reckoned with.”

““….I somehow doubt the soundtrack to this movie [referring to 1970 blaxplotation flick by the same name] is as awesome as the debut by the rock/soul/blues/funk group The Dynamite Brothers.. Now, the influences listed on their myspace, are pretty dead on....This album sounds like Minutemen started making more songs that were like "Corona" but even more awesome, then listened to a load of Archie Bell and The Drells, and then hosted a bonfire party, where everyone got high and slowed down, then sped up, then slowed some more, then finally mellowed the hell out. It's a party where you wake up the next day and go: shit, that was an awesome party...<3 for Chapel Hill, North Carolina, she who nuture our soft, and harvest our strong.””

““Anything the Immortal Lee County Killers, the Mississippi Allstars, the Black Keys, and Mofro can do, The Dynamite Brothers can do better. Authentic blues, jump, boogie, and down home rock and roll blends and bends together and flows like 100 proof liquid gold alcohol on every track. Effortless creative brilliance is a natural born talent of these three traditional music master interpreters....Every song is a showcase of style versatility. The Dynamite Brothers can do it all with a feel for the real and genuine star signs. Mitch Rothrock runs his guitar through every genre from lounge to lizard, Shane Hartman walks the bass lines like a natural man, and Scott Nurkin is worth the price of CD admission alone, he is absolutely the most dead on down to the sweet beat drummer walkin' on water and performin' lame man dance miracles on this ancient rockin' rollin' mother earth...You know you need it, in fact, you've got to have it, so get a copy of this CD and clap along.””

““The “Psychotic Reaction”-like breakdown in the middle of “Tellin’ Stories” is just one of many details situating this North Carolina trio squarely in the Nuggets tradition. Garage drums, frazzled guitars, riffs a-go-go, psychedelic blues, hoodoo vocals—it all adds up to a remarkable recreation of that bestially primal ’60s noise without which slogans like “Hope I die before I get old” and “Never trust anyone over thirty” would never have resonated. In short, not punk if by “punk” you mean nihilism, quite punk if by “punk” you mean one journey to the center of your mind after another. As for “Raw Dawggin’ Again,” it situates them squarely in the tradition of The Best of the Bar-Kays. Rating: Four eclectic prunes out of five.””