Here, in the godforsaken middle of nowhere, where half the music world sealed their fate for a tiny morsel of talent, is also where I am Korny once found himself. Behind him security, the daily grind, a life well ordered. Before him the open road, before him uncertainty. Like so many before him, he walked straight ahead, away from his life, no look back, right into a life full of austerity and insecurity. However, who wants to live an easy life if the alternative provides you with much better songs? Or, as I am Korny puts it: “Music needs drama.”
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Whatever it is I Am Korny got in exchange for his soul at the crossroads: His new album “Sleep Ain’t Paying My Dues” speaks of a very striking bargain. The phantoms and the dreamers, the heroes, and the villains, the brave and the desperate all find their home in his songs. His is the music of an outlaw perceiving his otherness, not as a burden but a crown. Thus, every maverick since the dawn of rock’n’roll is walking by his side. Just like Nick Cave, like the Black Keys or Alberta Cross, I Am Korny is distilling the American dream and the American nightmare, the promises of the west, and the myth of that endless land into murder ballads about the underbelly of love. The staggering bar blues of “Colorado” has the tilt of a booze-filled night in a Rocky Mountains saloon, “Vampire” intoxicates with a sluggish waltz and southern gothic pastiche, the distorted rock anthem “Sleep Ain’t Paying My Dues” is seamlessly fitting his vagabond attitude who just can’t afford to go to sleep. “House of Cards” exposes his emotional turmoil with the cracked inventory of a painful failure, “Seashelled Heart” is the ghost of a love song, and “Run Rabbit Run” bears the very essence of the artist: Onwards, ever onwards, never looking back. Even after realizing you can’t outrun yourself. Stream it here https://snd.click/korny
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