MP3 Rose's Pawn Shop - The Arsonist
Rose’s Pawn Shop is an LA-based quintet with an innate ability to effortlessly combine banjo, fiddle, mandolin, pedal steel, rockabilly bass, thundering drums and vocal harmonies with rock, country, bluegrass and punk music.
10 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Americana, COUNTRY: Bluegrass
Paul Givant: Lead Vocals, Guitar and Banjo
Sebastian St. John: Vocals, Fiddle, Mandolin, Bouzouki, Lyra and Accordion
Bill Clark: Vocals, Banjo, Pedal Steel Guitar and Electric Guitar
Derek O’Brien: Upright Bass, Electric Bass and Gut Bucket Thomas Hartwick: Vocals, Drums
It may come as a surprise to hear the foot-stomping sounds of Appalachian bluegrass channeled through a rock band of 20-somethings here in Los Angeles, but heartache, loss and regret have always been the cornerstones of great music and this city has its share. In a town better known for porn stars and face lifts, anything as authentic and heartfelt as Rose’s Pawn Shop is a pleasant surprise.
With an arsenal of banjos, guitars, mandolin, fiddle, pedal steel, upright bass and thundering drums their sound is a wholesome mishmash of creek mud, rusty nails and your mom’s cookin’. It’s sincere, straight-forward and sexy as fuck, effortlessly combining such disparate musical styles as rock, country, bluegrass and punk to create an incomprehensibly smooth and accessible sound for true believers and skeptics alike.
With wisdom beyond their years, the boys fearlessly confront traditional country music themes of loss, lamentation and redemption, while throwing in some drinking songs for good measure. Sure, they’re borrowing pages from the books of Hank Williams, Bill Monroe, and Johnny Cash, but Rose’s Pawn Shop takes those pages, tears them up and sets them on fire with breakneck speed, bluegrass instrumentation, three- and four-part vocal harmonies and lyrics that’ll break your heart.
Whether it’s the hard-hitting snake-charm-thump of “Lone Rider,” the wistful whisky-soaked wisdom of “Down the Line,” the honky-tonk ruckus of “Funeral Pyre” or the Gypsy-infused mandolin twang of “Reckoning,” the boys will hook you. Like catfish from the creek, they’ll reel you in, and they won’t let you go.
And you’ll be glad they did.
Because something happens when you hear these songs. No matter how low you’ve sunk, something in the music finds you. It picks you up and carries you home.