Blake I. Collier | The Dirty Deacon

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Slim Cessna's Auto Club

The Violent, Truly, Truly, Do Bear It Away (Reflections on My Year of Gothic Americana)


"Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead," The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn’t have done it. He thrown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it’s nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn’t, then it’s nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can by killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but meanness," he said and his voice had become almost a snarl. - Flannery O’Connor, “A Good Man is Hard to Find”

O’Connor was notorious for her descriptions of the “Christ-haunted South” and all of its facade of righteousness, while, beneath it all, was the grotesqueness of sin and distorted creatures.  The above quote is at the crux of all vain questioning of humanity toward God and his mysterious will.  It concerns the ugly glory of Christ’s sacrifice for the enemies of God, who did nothing, in themselves, to merit God’s favor.  This is also at the crux of the curiosity that is the gothic americana musical genre.  A genre that finds its origins in the winter-covered landscapes of Denver, Colorado.  It is a curiosity, indeed, that this Appalachian-bound, doom-and-gloom sound should come from somewhere outside of the Deep South, where hell and damnation sermons and snake-oil salesmen abound.  Nothing sums up the tone and feelings of gothic americana better than the documentary, Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus, which contains talents from my own exploration and others that would fit squarely within the genre itself.

I re-watched that documentary which has a surreal quality to it much like the music the viewer’s travel companion, Jim White, makes (and that gothic americana makes, broadly-speaking).  He becomes our eyes so that we make look on the South in a way that is contemplative, empathetic and understanding, while, at the same time, not depleting the blatant difficulties inherent in that culture.  If you have read any quality American history then there should be some awareness of the complexity of the interplay of religion and the brutal sins and self-perpetuating ghosts of the South.  Jim White, himself, was a transplant to the South from southern California and he, too, recognizes that he is not a true Southerner, but he is empathetic to the complexities of that world and the messy spiritual qualities inherent in it.  I am weaving my year-end gothic americana reflections through this documentary, because it defines the messy spirituality that haunts gothic americana music.  It gives us eyes to see and understand.


One must understand something about gothic americana music before endeavoring to experience it.  First, it is drenched in Christian allegory and imagery, so much so that, at times, it could easily turn off the most narrow-minded of atheists and agnostics, those who refuse to even see and benefit from the narrative beauty of the story of Christ and the mysteries inherent in it.  Second, this is not "Christian" music.  All of the artists in the genre are not appropriating the imagery in their music as evangelistic propaganda.  They, instead, are endeavoring to appropriate the imagery as a medium for lyrical depth and atmosphere.  David Eugene Edwards (who, also, makes an appearance in Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus) seems to be the main musician in this genre that holds, devoutly, to the propositional truths of Christianity.  And, finally, there is a certain element, or negative approach, that appears in this music which society, in general, shies away from: a low understanding of humanity’s anthropology.  People are not viewed highly in this music.  Most of the time, there are images of sin and corruption that litter the landscape of this music.  With the exception of 16 Horsepower and Wovenhand (and, possibly, a couple others) , there is not much hope presented in response to the worst of humanity.  Don’t expect hope in most of this music.

This is also to say that this music will not be for everybody.  Matter of fact, it has the potential to really polarize opinion between people.  It is not always enjoyable music without putting some time and work into enjoying it.  And, like I said above, these troubadours are not out to make people feel good about their situations and their world.  If you are not feeling a weight or burden after listening to most of this music, then, I would presume, you are not really listening.  I find that I am often melancholy.  My range of emotions is not terribly wide.  My happiness is always tinged with worry, concern, burden and the presence of a dark cloud.  This often displays itself in my interests as well and the people I tend to have friendships with.  I tend toward a darker tint on life, faith, and relationships.  It would not surprise me at all if I was found to have clinical depression if I were tested.  All this to show why this music appeals to me on both a musical and internal level.  I get it; it makes sense to me.  The down side of that is, in the wake of this genres lack of hope, it can feed my melancholy and dark bouts in some very negative ways.  It can turn me too far inward and make me feel as if being depressed and melancholy is the way things should be.  It conflicts with my Christian faith; the gospel of grace tells me that things are not what they should be.  

So most of this music speaks truth, but that truth burdens.  There is no grace to accompany it.  And that is why David Eugene Edwards should be a central figure in the scope of gothic americana music.  It is hard for anyone to argue against DEE’s importance to the genre; in both origin and it being sustained.  Now, this is not to say that there are not other important figures, like Jeffrey-Paul, Jay Munly, and Slim Cessna, but there is something about DEE that gives the genre its heart and impetus.  At this point, other gothic americana fans will probably say that I am giving DEE central place because we are brothers in faith.  We are working within the same faith framework.  And I will not deny that this element plays into it, but to say it is the only reason is to not know me.  And if you want to be shown the truth of that then you have to interact with me, otherwise no argument I give will convince.  DEE is central to this genre.  That is just the way it is.


The works of 16 Horsepower and Wovenhand (which entails twelve full albums and various live albums and individual songs) is a monolith.  One cannot deal with gothic americana without dealing with the various incarnations of DEE.  Not only that, but his presence is found on the works of other bands in the genre (aka “Whitewashed” on Lilium’s Short Stories and “Dar He Drone” on Jay Munly’s Jimmy Carter Syndrome) and those are standout tracks in every instance.  Something about DEE pushes out the best of all of those he works with.  He is central also because, in his music, he is not satisfied with the truth of the human condition alone; like the rest of the bands seem to be.  He doesn’t offer easy answers or Christian sentimentality; instead he sees the need for hope for something to save us outside of ourselves.  He understands the inconsistency inherent in our nature.  We often see the failures, corruption, rebellion and, even, sin of man (not always our own), and, yet, we think that something in us or in man can fix the problem.  This is the inconsistency that has at the very basic level kept me from ever denying the Christian faith—though I am full of doubts—and I see that solution in everything that is not the gospel; the grace of God.  This is something that DEE gets, also, and, though he finds compliment with the dark tone of the rest of the bands in the genre, he sees the hope of Christ in it all.  The only thing in the world that doesn’t come from us on one level or another.

The brilliance of all of the incarnations of this music whether it be in the original manifestations in Denver, CO or if it is in the descendants of the sound coming from all over the country is its imagery and tone that would make good fodder for the host of post-apocalyptic films out there.  Much like The Police did for mainstreaming Reggae into the realm of rock, gothic americana does for bringing bluegrass and Appalachian influences into the realm of folk music.  This music often reminds me of some Appalachian ram-shackle cabin out in the sticks with older, bearded men with banjos and younger men sipping some moonshine coming straight out the pipe.  The poverty, Pentecostal religion, and folk mythology interplaying and weaving together in a dark and mysterious mystic river flow.  Gothic americana taps into that mystical and truly unexplainable relationship between human nature and faith in the woods of the deep South.  


This music is important to me in so many ways.  There is something in it that fills in the words of the writers of the South like O’Connor, Percy and Faulkner.  It is a music that expresses the contradictions of the South so well.  It truly is Christ-haunted, the Christ story is all over the blueprints of the music, but it is distorted to the point where it has no power and no grace to give to the undeserving.  Much like the religion of the South, Christ is almost unrecognizable beneath the schemes and corruption of the Pharisees and the prodigals.  Most of this music comes down on the listener like the holy Law comes down on those who cannot live up to its demands.  The music is condemning and does so in a way that misappropriates the Christ story for their purposes.  If Christ was more than a ghost in the South and in gothic americana then grace would ultimately shine through it, but that’s not the South; so if gothic americana showed grace (and, like I said before, it often does in the music of DEE) then the genre as a whole would not be representative with its regional kinship.  DEE stands alone as the representative of the grace-loving believers that seem to be such a minority in the Deep South.  

These bands have tapped into a feeling that is so hard to grasp academically, intellectually, with music which, more often than not, is able to grasp the ineffable elements of knowledge that our reason can’t quite grasp (or refuses to grasp).  Which is why this music is so effective.  It tells the story of people who poor and forgotten, charismatic and pharisaical, tied to the myths of the past and unable to move much beyond them in the future.  This music is a testament to the intricacies of a whole American region and this is exactly why it is the most rigorous, extensive and true formulation of folk/americana music in America at this time.

Top Ten Albums of the Year 

1. Wovenhand - Wovenhand


2. O’Death - Outside 


3. Munly & the Lupercalians - Petr & the Wulf


4. 16 Horsepower - Low Estate


5. Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - Cipher


6. Lilium - Transmission of All the Goodbyes


7. Viarosa - Where The Killers Run


8. Jay Munly - Jimmy Carter Syndrome


9. The Builders and The Butchers - Salvation is a Deep, Dark Well


10. Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - Always Say Please and Thank You


2012: The End of the World…Week 21

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - Unentitled

With the dark, but strangely familiar abstract painting on the cover of this album and an honest curiosity about what a post-2010 Slim Cessna would sound like, I am not sure I had proper expectations going into the album.  I was expecting something more along the lines of a heavier Always Say Please and Thank You instead of the simple folk/bluegrass sound that came floating from my Kicker speakers.  To be honest, this album has more in common with their debut album than it does any of the other albums (sure you can tell flourishes here and there from other albums but not on a large scale).  This is a surprisingly simple album.  Moved by acoustic instruments largely and country style drum beats, it makes no claim to being anything new for Slim Cessna.  And that is not necessarily a bad thing, just unexpected.  

The lyrics on this album are no less enigmatic, but their approach to telling the stories in the songs feels simpler, like they had no need to add any nuances to their wording or phrasing.  There are murderous dogs running after a convict, idiots who are laughed at by inhabitants of a small town, deformed peoples, sadistic preachers and congregations, and then concludes with an interesting, though not necessarily true, family history of the singer in “United Brethren.”  These songs are more interesting and quirky than their debut or Bloudy Tenent but nowhere near as effective as Please and Thank You or Cipher.  So in some ways, I would say this was a move backwards lyrically.  I know they can do better.  But they may not have been aiming for that goal.

Overall, this is a good album.  The music is simple but catchy, acoustic, but has all of the power of a pentecostal preacher spewing hell from this slobber-covered lips.  And it was an album that wore well over the week.  I never really got tired of any of the songs and it made for a fun time as I drove my grandmother to White Deer, TX for my cousin’s 8th grade graduation.  You should have seen the look on her face when Slim Cessna and Munly started singing in their conversational, but twangy voices.  Not their best album, but not their worst either.  A fun ride nonetheless.

Apocalyptic Rating: 7 out of 10 (What are they gonna do if I do not fall?)

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club Album Rankings

1. Always Say Please and Thank You

2. Cipher

3. Unentitled

4. Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

5. Buried Behind the Barn

6. Bloudy Tenent Truth & Peace

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No Doubt About It by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

Once again, the catchy-ness of this song is just too much to bear.  The same chanting-singing that was found on “A Smashing Indictment of Character” is present here and the lyrics haven’t gotten any less cynical.  Gotta love a band that can do so much with so little.  That is pretty much the definition of Slim Cessna’s Auto Club.

The music video for “Three Bloodhounds Two Shepherds One Fila Brasileiro” by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club.

Three Bloodhounds Two Shepherds One Fila Brasileiro by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

A song about a bunch of hicks who send out three sets of dogs to catch somebody on their land.  The lyrics on this one are quite witty, until they get to the finale of the song where they talk about the Fila Brasileiro and then the intensity rises and the shouts begin and everything witty just comes unglued and becomes kind of creepy.  They rock out the traditional Appalachian sounds on this track and it serves it well as the song moves along.

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The music video for “A Smashing Indictment of Character” by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club.

A Smashing Indictment of Character by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

This is quite possibly the catchiest song I have ever heard Slim Cessna create. The chant of “What they gonna do if I don’t fall?” and the blunt cynicism of the lyrics is incredibly powerful. Some people might say that this is Slim Cessna selling out, but if this is selling out then, everyone should sell out. There is no doubt that this is still, very much, an Auto Club song and one that fits nicely in their catalog of great songs.

2012: The End of the World…Week 20

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - Buried Behind The Barn

Admittedly, if I had realized that this was just an EP of unreleased versions of older songs and a few new tracks then I may not have included it on my list of Slim Cessna releases.  However, that being said, I actually enjoyed this little album.  Going into it, by just looking at the tracklisting, I thought that the new songs would be the standouts, however, really, the unreleased versions of older songs were the stellar part of this album.  They had enough variation to make the interpretations enjoyable.  There was a little bit more of a rock edge to these versions which worked for “Cranston,” “Port Authority Band,” “Jackson” and “Shady Lane.”  The new material was alright, but it wasn’t the highest quality of Cessna’s work.  “Thirteen Crimes” was probably the closest to making it onto the list of quality Cessna songs.  “Sister’s Husband” is an interesting murder ballad, but it just didn’t grab me like most of their murder ballads do.  “Angel” was, really, rather lame and “Earthquake” made for a fun little closing track that was catchy but ultimately forgettable.  Not too much to talk about on this one, but it is a good introduction to new Cessna listeners and an EP that big fans will definitely want a copy of. 

Apocalyptic Rating: 2 out of 10 (Thirteen crimes…but twelve were done in the mind)

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Jackson (Unreleased Version) by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

This version of “Jackson’s Hole” has a heavier edge to it than the album version did.  It begins with an electronic hum which gives way to a fuzzy guitar strum.  Basically, they make a slow-burning rock ballad out of a song that was originally an acoustic folk ballad.  I liked the original, but I think this version fits the subject matter better.  Its feels more like the proper setting for a Slim Cessna murder ballad.

Port Authority Band (Unreleased Version) by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

Even though the main melody is still there, there are a few flourishes here and there that the listener may not catch unless this version and the album version are listened to one after another.  However, this is still one of the best songs in their entire catalog and this version is just as appealing as the album version.

Thirteen Crimes by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

This, to be honest, reminds me of a stripped down Dinosaur Jr. song.  There is a bit of distortion and the same slurred style of singing the lyrics incorporated in the song.  It might even constitute for Slim Cessna’s version of shoegaze.  Definitely one of the most unique of Slim Cessna’s songs and one that really fills out an album full of remixes. 

2012: The End of the World…Week 19

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - Cipher

That perfect combination of atmospheric, dark instrumentation and Flannery O’Connor-like lyrical stories that I talked about last week, well, this album is not that at all. However, Slim Cessna has once again surprised me in how they can vary their albums without significantly changing their definitive sound. This is a frightening album. Their rather dark, questioning look at the Christian faith reaches a fever pitch on this album to the point where they call Christ, himself, to account for his sins of lying to his people about coming back after saying he would and not yet coming back. Now, their case, theologically, is laughable at best, but how it gets planted toward the end of the album (“Everyone is Guilty #2) is beneficial to the overall emotional and experiential argument they are making. In other words, it fits as a culmination of the guts and emotions that build up over the whole album. The final 6 tracks of the album are a real testament to the power of Slim Cessna as a gothic americana band.

There is a definite reason why these guys are celebrated by fans of the genre. It is hard for me to find albums that actually get under my skin and display a truly horrific vision throughout, but Cipher does just that. It is like walking through the darkest parts of the Appalachians and coming upon a small charismatic church and then being seduced by their dark vision of religion that never quite melds with true Christianity. That is this album. Theologically appalling, experientially pleasing. Their version of Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Our Land” is reverential, but it refuses to be a strict reworking of the song. Even on it, being the second track, the listener gets a sense that something is not quite right with they world they are about to enter. That feeling carries throughout punctuated by the short “Introduction…” tracks which speak of the different parts of the body that end up needing braces (arms, legs, teeth and, of course, faith, which is the point of the whole album). Each third of the album plays into the nightmare in different ways, but the darkest and most nightmarish is the final third of the album. This is equivalent to the final third off The Wicker Man where the main character finally gets burned up in a blazing wicker man as the cult looks on in approval. Unfortunately, I think the man in the blaze on the Slim Cessna album is Christ, himself. Another review of this album totally misjudged Slim Cessna as a band in that they were bent on hell and damnation music. In tone, they may be this way, but in content, the only damning they want to do is against God and Christ. Whatever doubts about their religious bent is made clear on this album. They are not friends of the faith, but they make compelling music which even the truly faithful can appreciate.

Apocalyptic Rating: 9 out of 10 (Glory be, everyone is guilty….maybe it’s time to take a count)

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Red Pirate Of The Prairie by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

This song sounds like it belongs on more of a rock album than on a Slim Cessna album, but they do rock justice with a nice catchy riff and plenty of power to propel the song forward. Even though the instrumentation is heavier, it comes off as one of the lighter songs on the record which is an accomplishment in and of itself.

Jesus Is In My Body - My Body Has Let Me Down by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

By far the creepiest song on the album. I haven’t looked at the lyrics closely, but it sounds like they are portraying Jesus Christ as a serial killer or a man who is devoted to Jesus as a serial killer. All I know is this is some messed up stuff. However, the music is strangely dim and murderous in tone. It builds up into a subtle frantic rock song from a slow narrative bolstered by what sounds like the chants of Satan worshippers. All par for the course for this band, however, and that is what makes their work so appealing.

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