With over twenty years of writing and performing under his belt, to theologize after comparisons to Lowell Thompson would be a disservice to the Man. He writes tunes to make you feel. He plays rock n’ roll songs.
Thompson came up in Vermont, cruised the country and circled back, spawning four albums with another one on the way. In the ever-confounding landscape of music, it’s artists like Thompson – who would first ask that you not call him the “a” word” – who make the sifting, the scrolling, the what-once-was-record-store-discourse–isnow-a-dating-app-algorithm State of our Indie-Pop Union…worth it. Finding Lowell Thompson makes it better. The vexing, the sad, the happy and time – the things that make us what we are: A turn of phrase or a chord progression which makes you say ‘Shit. That’s what it is – that’s what I felt. I knew it, but I didn’t know it until now.’ That’s a Lowell Thompson song. And that’s the point.
“Tom Petty-ish rock and Americana with nods to the sounds of
acts such as Nick Lowe and Big Star.”
-Burlington Free Press
“The mainstream music world badly needs records like this to bubble
up from ‘Real America’.”
-Rolling Stone Magazine