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Old Time Relijun
Published on March 04, 2008 at 3:57pm
Old Time Relijun subscribes to three basic tenets of life: Eat, drink, fuck. Bred in Olympia, Washington, the band's sound is primal and urgent — as if barnyard animals were rioting through an uppity art college. The three-piece, fronted by enigmatic vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Arrington de Dionyso, makes music like it makes love, and what is birthed is the bastard child of garage-folk rock. Old Time Relijun does it raw and naked, with instruments stripped to basics and tones that are derived organically, without effect-pedal masturbation or full-stack tech wizardry. Upright-bassist Aaron Hartman jams free jazz into drummer Jamie Peterson's basic beats, while de Dionyso barks and trumps his voice with the reverence of a punk kid humbled by omniscient mountain spirits.