HILLBILLY EROTICA

Sir Richard Bishop returns for a new spon-
taneous six-string meshing of people''''s

music, recollections and psychic intentions.
Are y''''all ready for some Hillbilly Erotica?
Migration from last album''''s Ragas to this

new Erotica is another chapter in Bish-
op''''s progress, drifting via songs into the

further frontiers of his pappy''''s hometown
sounds, trancing over and out in their
hand-me-down clothes. As with the ragas,
the '''rotica''''s hung round the neck of John

Fahey''''s infamous dubbing of certain tradi-
tional American folk sounds as 'American

Primitive." A perfectly good thought, but
Sir Richard picks his own axe and chose a
separate path. Rushing through gutters &

picking pickled brains in the saucy head-
waters of the down-low & literal American

primitive, his hillbilly music is a mash of
brined cultural inheritance, mini-ragas and
moonshine-drunk savagery breaking out
on the frets. As a conception for Sir Rick''''s acoustic guitar music, it''''s a dynamite
means and frame, centering his improvisations in a place overflown with pagan
desire and unbound in deliverance. Here he flies up and down the neck, his
manner less pristine, yet more exquisite, a flailing, flowing-on-the-river medley
through stubborn whitewater turbulence, post-grass and folk''''s classical gas.

Anybody who takes a snort of this here Hillbilly Erotica will find a frankly spell-
binding richness of intent and execution in their ear-mouths. And may thereafter

find brain and blightness. It''''s fine!
As Sir Richard reminds us, Hillbilly Erotica is:
'...still exploring the areas around these parts with a similar type of aggression
[as Hillbilly Ragas], but as morning light approaches, a clearing or two present
themselves, with hills and valleys viewable in the distance inspiring a slightly
different sonic landscape. One could be forgiven for feeling a sense of relief from
finally arriving from out of the night-time woods to a place which may seem less
threatening in the daylight, but it''''s a trap'the darkness of night is always right
around the corner. Enjoy the postcoital smoke but tread carefully!"
Like with Hillbilly Ragas, Sir Richard plays one acoustic guitar on all eight Hillbilly
Erotica cuts, no overdubs and, but for the closing 'Postcoital Serenade," improvised
entirely. The not-so-sexy '''sexy'''' angle of song titles like 'Lick Skillet," 'Sweet Lips,"
'Hookers Bend," and 'Finger, Tennessee" is actually actual names for dots on the
map in rural TN, each one just five minutes removed'by horse, of course'from
Richard''''s dad's remote Enville homestead, its town name purloined previously
for a song on 2020''''s Oneiric Formulary. This ancestral interzone''''s a venue of
interest for Rick, allowing him to ask the deep questions, like 'What the hell has
been going on around here with place names like these?" while running down
the changes like no one else before.
Hillbilly Erotica promises unspoken wonders of the world around each and every

dark corner, revelations of legacy, a new spyglass to sight your forebears! Imag-
ined American music at its most gorgeous and violent, simply achieved by Sir

Richard Bishop through a powerful application of steel-stringed instrumentation
and delightfully exhaustive flights of speculative thought.