''My dad left me his acoustic guitar in his will; it was all he had to give, because he wasn't a rich man. I wrote ten songs on it, and I think that was the real gift he gave me: a love of music, not just the way you all love it (music lovers), but also a love of creating it, sowing myself, in some small way, into the story of music. I wrote about Joseph Beuys, about B. Traven, about God and Abraham and Isaac, about my dad being addicted to speed when he was 17. I needed my crew and I found them. Three women: Melanie Campbell, my life-partner and long-time drummer, returned to the band after a hiatus. And my old friend Shyla Seller, an archivist and book designer who happens to also be a really precise and powerful piano player. And Terri Upton, who plays both stand-up bass, and electric bass. I am a lucky person.'' - Carey Mercer Review ''You've got death and exaltation, followed by a sly wink at rock history. Not a bad set of tools for making smart, defiant music.'' --Dusted Magazine ''Howling voices, waves of super-fuzz, swirling riffs that are always tantalizingly out of grasp and the wild guttural sound of Tom Waits, Scott Walker or The National when they still had a pair.'' --Nme ''Mercer's voice and lyrics have always struck the deepest chord'' --Consequence of Sound