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By becoming a patron you will have exclusive access to one live-video performance a month, downloads of unreleased material, demos, work-in-progress mp3s, handwritten lyrics, signed set-lists, and other various finds and snippets that seem to be significant for the creative process.
Some tiers on our Patreon page will include your name on the guest-list or a back stage pass for your hometown-show, 20% off on merch, art-in-the-mail, or even a songwriting-session, for those of you who are trying their hand at creating music.
You want to know more about PATREON? Read this FAZ-article (in German though).
Fluff and Gravy, March, 2021
"Their finest record yet - an album of the year—FOLKRADIO UK, Mike Davis (UK) — [2/22/21]
“European sense of faded grandeur in a gothic American landscape with hints of The Walkabouts and The Handsome Family allied to visions of David Lynch movies.” —BLABBER'N' SMOKE, Paul Kerr (UK) — [03/26/21]
"… bewitching album!" —ROCK'N'ROLL TRUTH, Robert Kinsler (US)— [3/24/2021]
"Haunting folk noir melodies!"—PASTE MAGAZINE
Son of the Velvet Rat is the solo musical endeavor and masked identity of Georg Altziebler – sometimes shared with his wife, Heike Binder – who, having left their hometown of Graz, Austria and the cloistered safety of the Continent for the endless highway of America, finally settled along the edge of California's Mojave Desert in Joshua Tree in 2013.
Situated at the vanguard of Euro-Folk Noir, these songs build on the cabaret traditions of Old World masters like Georges Brassens, Jacques Brel and Fabrizio De André, now fused with the dark Old Testament prophecy and Kabbalistic visions conjured by New World visionaries Townes Van Zandt, Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan.
The result is like some exotic desert fruit – equal parts bruised pulp and scarified skin, set off against the crepuscular glow of the violet horizon or blood pooled on the desert floor – all delivered in what accidental fan Lucinda Williams (guests on two tracks) calls Georg’s “great sexy-gravelly voice,” leavened by Heike’s translucent harmonies, like roses circling a tattooed heart.