Following the disbanding of their former project Jet By Day, David Matysiak and Mason Brown decided to hit the road and stop in different cities to record collaborations with musician friends. The project encountered inevitable detours and took years to come to fruition, but Gentleman On The Rocks proves well worth the endeavor. Finally completed in Omaha, Nebraska, Coyote Bones' debut LP is a startling document that highlights the diverse backgrounds of its contributors without straying from the solid center of it founding duo. The myriad of different sounds evoke everything from hushed Elliot Smith combined with the pop of Buffalo Tom to the synths of The Psychedelic Furs. Gentleman features contributions from members of Azure Ray and Tilly & The Wall, and was partially recorded in the basement of Joel Peterson (The Faint).
I'll say it - Coyote Bones is quite the local bar band kinda name. Sorry - I said it, and the only reason for doing so is because Coyote Bones hold their ground with Gentleman On The Rocks. What we have before us are a couple of guys [David Matysiak, Mason Brown] that used to go by Jet By Day [a disbanded quartet from Georgia that unfortunately got hooked up with Future Farmer records] and decided to make an album with some fairly popular friends in the Saddle Creek circuit. It worked - really well. A fantastically diverse album [from acoustic-based to synth-driven, as on "Your War"] without even considering being congested - Gentleman On The Rocks grasps the listener with effective songwriting [hear: "Paint on Your Jeans", "Let The Burden Be Mine"] and ultimately succeeds with each collaborative delivery [Maria Taylor & Neely Jenkins on "Fated to Fail"; Andy LeMaster's many hands on "Grand Eclipse"] Indeed one of the few sneak surprises that 2007 has brought at the quarter-mark - Gentleman On The Rocks is both an inviting listen and an album that makes great use of its many helping hands. Something for everyone - and the fuzzed guitar solo that caps "Paint on Your Jeans" [thanks to Mason Brown] should surely trigger a chill bump or three in those who are still affected by original music. "Because when you drive away from me - the sweetest taste of misery might seep into my arteries & sour all that's left of me in you - and I still won't blame you, baby". --Slightly Confusing to a Stranger