The Hollows
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The Hollows are a roots-rock ensemble of multi-instrumentalists— a freewheeling hootenanny of a band. A veritable junkyard of mandolins, banjos, guitars, keyboards, horns, harmonicas, and various other musical doodads are in constant rotation, and with no frontman (or six frontmen), everyone writes and arranges material, creating a diverse and uniquely blended sound.
” Brooklyn band The Hollows put on a rip-roaring good show. There’s no clear comparison to make or genre to associate with these guys because they sound wholly unique. Their approach seems to change from song to song with everyone in the group getting a chance to shine. There’s no lead vocalist, only the guy singing the current song (not to mention the tremendous harmonizing done behind whoever is taking the lead). Banjos an mandolins and keyboards populate the stage as the band fluctuates between Americana, folk, rock, bluegrass and classic southern rock sounds. One minute they can sound like the Punch Brothers, the next minute they give off a strong Marshall Tucker Band vibe.” – Charged.FM
The band was voted The Deli Magazine’s “NYC Artist of the Month” and showcased in the 2011 CMJ Music Marathon. “Poor Eyes,” the band’s first music video, was released in February 2012 (its release party garnering a “Critic’s Pick” in TimeOut NY), and the track was later highlighted in the soundtrack to Bob Giraldi‘s short film A Poet Long Ago (2013). “Basilica” and “Home” also appeared in the soundtrack to Sun Belt Express, which received numerous accolades (including the 2014 Grand Prix award at The Chelsea Film Festival) and is set for a wider release this summer.
The band recently completed main tracking for their next full-length studio album in Brooklyn with producer John Siket (Sonic Youth, Phish, Yo La Tengo, Dave Matthews Band) and engineer James Frazee (Beck, Patti Smith, Esperanza Spalding). The album is being mastered by Fred Kevorkian (Willie Nelson, Ryan Adams, The White Stripes).
Onstage, The Hollows are a high-octane, unpredictable barn-burner. You can expect a lot of foot-stomping, over-the-top toasts to life and death, and a good bit of sweat. Put on yer dancin’ shoes.