"The sum of these parts--Kane, Welch, Kaplin, their knowing dialogues and their focus on getting to the heart--equals a magnificent, timeless whole. Lost John Dean is a journey for the ages." — David McGee, Barnes and Noble "With the joyous energy here, plus their acceptance of the inevitable, these three artists take the advice they're passing along, able to blow their collective tops for all the mellowing. And it's a pleasure." — Barry Mazor, No Depression "...A collection of eleven of the most intimate and exquisitely arranged and traditional Appalachian balladry you'll ever hope to hear this year.... We can hear the professionalism, passion and trust coming through the achingly affecting vocals of both players, on every occasion that they step up to the microphone." — Nick Argyriou, FasterLouder.com.au "Balancing grit and transcendence is not an easy task, but KWK come close to striking it perfectly." — Bob Strauss, Los Angeles Daily News "These three formidable talents armed with nothing more than their camaraderie, exquisite voices, guitars, impeccably played minimal instrumental accompaniment, and an armful of solid, powerful songs have created a dazzling trek across roots music, one that's filled with rich textures and potent, vivid imagery." — AnnMarie Harrington, Take Country Back "...captivating songs spiked with images of good and evil, gamblers, guns, despair and resurrection." — Jay Votel, Washington Times "...a collection of songs that both echoes and resonates with the canon of American roots music." — Jason Moon Wilkin, Nashville Rage "Tired of that oh so slick stuff that oozes out of every station on the AM, FM, and TV dial? Lost John Dean delivers enough grit to keep the music real." — Vintage Guitar ________ To say that Kieran Kane, Kevin Welch and Fats Kaplin are a band might seem like a simple, straightforward statement. Far from it. It's nearly written into the collective consciousness that individually successful artists group themselves into bands loosely, with an air of impermanence. Needless to say, these three—accomplished in their own rights as artists, songwriters and musicians, wholeheartedly casting their fortunes together since 2003—don't fit the profile. Then there's the fact that Kieran, Kevin and Fats fool freely with the organic properties of band-dom. Where simple musical math dictates that adding a band member will increase how loud and busy you sound, they add a fourth (Kieran's son Lucas) and simplify. Add to that refreshingly unorthodox, unscripted instrumentation (i.e. no bass or piano and Fat's tendency to play whatever's lying around) and two distinct songwriting flavors (Kieran's and Kevin's) united by a fluid, rhythmic pulse that give way to an intoxicating oil-and-vinegar-like effect.