Nathan Maddox R.I.P. The reason I own/ know of this record.
In 1992 Louisville, KY was home to a unique and diverse punk rock scene
that was fast becoming a highly influential underground mecca, and for
every Slint and Rodan there were a half dozen brilliant and
forward-thinking bands that went virtually unnoticed -- most of whom
were guilty of more than a little self-sabotage. Plenty of cities across
the world have these kinds of musicians, the ones who are cherished in
worn-out mix tapes and increasingly unbelievable stories of historic
local live shows. The Telephone Man were one of those, and one of the
best ones to ever fall through the cracks of Louisville music history.
With a maturity and level of execution that betrayed their youthful age,
they were the missing link between the introverted slow burn of Slint,
the angular aggression of Bitch Magnet, and the emotional expressiveness
of early 90s DC punk. It was a unique combination at the time, and
twenty years later sounds downright prescient. Less than 75% of their music ever saw the light of day, and even that was limited almost
exclusively to short-run handmade cassettes passed around at live shows
and sold at local record stores. Though its members would move on to
more notable endeavors -- guitarist/singer Matthew Ronay is now a
world-renowned artist based in NYC, while others continued to pursue
music in a diverse array of bands, including Guilt, Ink & Dagger,
The Metroschifter and Weird Weeds -- a little-known but enlightening piece of the
legendaryLouisville music puzzle.