The Felice Brothers are proud to announce a multi-date Fall headlining tour of the United States. Following their well received appearance at the inaugural Outside Lands music festival in San Francisco’s historic Golden Gate Park, they kick off an impressive run in Burlington, VT September 4th, and keep on through early November with a show at the world renowned Spiegeltent in New York City. Along the way they will be joined by their friends A.A. Bondy and Deer Tick.
A far cry from the chicken coop and abandoned rail car where they recorded parts of their album, their booking at these marquee events is a result of their “sinewy, rough-edged and exhilarating” (MOJO) performances. Or as the Los Angeles Times put it, “When the first words out of a performer’s mouth are ‘Our grandpa told us this here story,’ you know you’re in for a good night. When followed by ‘about a cabaret singer . . . that he killed,’ it’s going to be a great night.” Evidence of that energy was more than apparent at this year’s Newport Folk Festival. When power went out at their stage it didn’t deter The Felice Brothers in the slightest. They just hopped into the audience and finished out their set acoustic, tromping around in the mud, playing their instruments, and belting out choruses much to the delight of the enthusiastic crowd that had gathered to see them.
Simone, Ian and James Felice are the three eldest boys from a family of seven, born carpenter’s sons in the wilds of New York’s Catskill Mountains. Along with friends Christmas and Farley, they moved their Sunday barbecue sing-alongs from their Dad’s house onto the streets and subways of New York City.
After months of toil, living in a 1987 special education bus, with arrests, and genuine panhandler fun, a free-lance music writer named Gabe Soria (MOJO) stumbled upon them singing and barking their wares at a farmers market in Brooklyn. One thing led to another, now the boys travel the world performing homegrown and gritty music on city stages as if they were hosting a sing-along on their front porch or in the backroom of a dusty tavern.
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