Brad Armstrong comes at you from an otherworldly place – a ramshackle outpost town at the end of the railroad line, a rattlesnake hander on a desert bender. It’s all old-world aesthetic with wailing fiddle, primitive percussion and a great line in storytelling on ‘Brother Ford’. It reminds me of the fire and brimstone style of Lift To Experience, though more countrified.

The song comes from his forthcoming LP I Got No Place Remembers Me, due out April 19th (hit the Bandcamp link to pre-order)