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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Deadman Our Eternal Ghosts Review for San Diego CityBeat

Review of Deadman's newest album, Our Eternal Ghosts, in this week's San Diego CityBeat

DEADMAN: Our Eternal Ghosts

(One Little Indian)

8.59323 out of 10

Goes Well With: Chris Isaak, Blanche, Low

Steven and Sherilyn Collins, the husband and wife who comprise Deadman, last released the critically acclaimed but commercially ignored Palomar. It was a southwestern lament laden with eerie ballads whose sparse instrumentation perfectly set the tone of gritty individualism stereotypical of the American West.

Three years on, Our Eternal Ghosts reproduces much of that same loneliness yet yearns nostalgically for something not found during those days roaming wide open spaces. Our Eternal Ghosts is a less trendy Chris Isaak, a more sincere Lyle Lovett, with Sherilyn’s high pitched laments adding conscience to Deadman’s lyrics, hedging songs from going too far into self-pity or self-loathing.

Where Palomar offered a young man diving with reckless abandon into the great wide open, Our Eternal Ghosts warns of journeys gone awry, imploring travelers to beware of the metaphorical werewolves, monsters, ghosts and grizzly murders that lurk just beyond the horizon.

It’s a truly beautiful effort, crafted by experienced artists.