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Forever Goldrush / Press

"They were a great local band, and maybe people took them for granted," said Levine. "Now, it seems like things are going in the direction of what they were already doing back then. The album has an Americana slant, but they're just really well-written pop songs. It just seemed like the right time for something like this to happen." Ross Levine-Test Pattern Records

“They’re a bunch of hometown boys who went to the city, made it big, then came home, but they never lost their sense of wonder for the rural lifestyle.”

“Think backwoods Nick Cave fronting sideways Creedence Clearwater Revival on a sour mash-fueled Brecht-Weill honky-tonk bender in Virginia City”. -”

Tower Pulse

“Dear God, it's like Neko Case had drunken sex with a dude from Lynyrd Skynyrd and the bastard child ended up being a confused country twanger. They deserve kudos for their straight-out lyrics and heartfelt sound. This is music about respect. Lots of it. Neil Young wishes he was this cool all the time.”

-Caustic Truth

“Sitting around with these guys as they crack jokes and talk about drinking, you can tell the band has fun with itself and its music, but don’t let that relaxed “good ol’ boy” image fool you. There is hunger in their voices when they speak about the future. ”

“The reticence didn’t last. By mid-1998, when Forever Goldrush started playing around town, it was like the band had burst, fully formed, from the fevered, drunken imagination of an old prospector fortified by weed, whiskey and Lynyrd Skynyrd eight-tracks, resolutely convinced there’s still plenty a gold in them thar hills. The since-departed Whit Burton on banjo and mandolin added a nice “Dire Wolf” vibe, and Wyckoff’s sandpaper voice—think Eddie Vedder with Johnny Cash’s soulfulness—sounded terrific backed by a full complement of musicians.”

“Forever Goldrush (hence the name, for the historical event of 1849) started playing gigs, landing opening spots with Train, the Damnations TX, Marshall Crenshaw, Deathray, and others. In 1999, the band released their debut Unknown Territory, which won Forever Goldrush local praise and a SAMMIE (Sacramento Area Music Award) for Best New Band and Local CD of the Year. The following year, Forever Goldrush inked a deal with Headhunter Records/Cargo Music and issued Halo in My Backpack in fall 2000.”

MacKenzie Wilson - All Music Guide

“In some ways, the Old West has simply evolved into the New West. Forever Goldrush---three drinkin', swearin', smokin' country boys who call the Mother Lode home---are products of the latter, but with a firm grasp on the heritage of their surroundings. It's roots-rock meets cowboy poetry”. -”

No Depression

“ The second LP from these Sacramento roots rockers may be better recorded but it packs an emotional punch equal to their startling debut. And since it doesn't have the advantage of the unknown to catch you off guard, the fact that it impresses without the benefit of surprise is ample testimony to its worth. The record is noticeably darker than the debut and Damon Wyckoff's baritone is still a world-weary marvel. The rest of the boys keep it lean and uncluttered despite the addition of synths, a mellotron, and the occasional sax as they mine their dusty Bakersfield-inflected roots rock. Sometimes it comes so naturally to them that you only later realize just how good they are. ”

“This Sacramento, CA band has done their Alt.Country homework and and they pass with flying colors. Lead singer Damon Wyckoff at times sounds like Eddie Vedder but his lyrics frequently refer to Old West themes much like the songwriting of Robert Hunter. If you don't know either of those references, you're probably better off. Suffice to say that this is good, melodic and sometimes raucous music that grows on you if you give it a chance. ”

“As a latter-day alt-country outfit, Forever Goldrush risk wearing the influence of their forbears on their collective sleeve. But proudly staying true to their rural California origins, rather than any Neil Young fixation, as their name might suggest, goes a long way on this sophomore album. Its simple arrangements might sound derivative coming from some city slickers, but there is something to be said for four small-town friends banging out earnest roots rock. Although the sound is not as immediately endearing as the kitchen-sink approach of Marah, Forever Goldrush display their fair share of charm on the classic car ode "Sweet 65" and the Stones-y, horn-driven "Brothers Give Me Arms." However, the small-town aesthetic is also the band's major drawback. Too much of Halo In My Backpack sounds unfinished, making them ultimately indistinguishable from any other hometown heroes plying their trade elsewhere in North America. A little time out of town will probably do them some good. - -”

Jason Schneider - Exclaim!! Magazine