Flutter sweetly like a stroll down a country lane. Mimic the grieving tempo of a New Orleans funeral march. Drive to the beat of a thousand angry voices. This sound – a haunting piano, urgent guitars, and John McGrew’s tenor, at times both innocent and corrupted – calls to mind Jeff Buckley and Tom Waits in the same refrain while ﬂirting with indie contemporaries such as Antony and the Johnsons and Beirut.
Apollo Run has built a reputation of being a band you have to see to believe. Their high energy and earth shaking live performances bring together a fusion of ultra tight vocal harmony, unforgettable melody, manic highs and gut-wrenching lows. The confluence of John McGrew, Jeff Kerestes, and Graham Fisk generates a palpable energy within a unique frame.
The last weekend of February 2009, the boys from Apollo Run came and stayed at my house, ate my food, drank my whiskey and layed down seven incredibly fierce tracks. Over the course of the next four weeks we completed all seven songs from soup to nuts. Over the course of the last year, we have been completing more and are gearing up to release the first of three consecutive EPs.