Laurent from Six Tonnes De Chair Records turned me on to the one-man-band of Thomas Schoeffler Jr. a couple of weeks ago and I am so appreciative. I don’t know very much about Mr. Schoeffler, but to me it sounds as if he’s been wandering the roads with a guitar strapped to his back, past the crossroads, fashioning the stories of ordinary folk into beautiful blues folk ballads and rollicking Americana foot-stompers. Oh, and he’s French.
Mr. Schoeffler is from Strasbourg, France by way of Mulhouse and I have a feeling I will be listening to his mind-blowing blend of country-blues excessively. With the bones of Johnny Cash, the skin of Bob Dylan, and a voice that sounds as if the devil himself would sit up and listen, his new record Jesus Shot Me Down will have you shaking your head at its brilliance.
We will have a profile on Mr. Schoeffler in the near future to learn more about the man and his music – but in the meantime I will leave you with his description and the title track.
“It is music that scratches, that smells of sawdust and sweat, with an aftertaste of burnt fat…”