Alternative Rockers ‘Quiet Hollers’ Live in Texarkana Saturday [VIDEO]

Alternative rockers "Quiet Hollers" take the Hopkin's Icehouse stage Saturday night.

It seems some bands are destined for stardom, emerging from quaint Midwestern hovels, fame thrust upon them before they have a chance to reflect on what’s happened to them. Others claw their way out from the obscurity of an over saturated throw-away cultural landscape, lifted up only by the hundreds of dirty hands they might have shaken once in some skeezy rock club or DIY room on the indie circuit. The dirty hand prints on Quiet Hollers’ 21-year-old van tell which story is theirs.

In 2013, the band’s debut album I Am the Morning was called a “reverb-soaked dive into the stream-of-consciousness confessionals” (No Depression) of songwriter Shadwick Wilde. It featured a drummer whose neck was literally broken-- the band refused to postpone their session at the coveted Funeral Home studio of analog guru Kevin Ratterman (My Morning Jacket, Murder By Death, Grace Potter) after a waterfall-diving accident near Bonnaroo in Tennessee.

Although the album won moderate praise in Europe, and a smattering of indie music writers included it in their Best of 2013 lists, it flew mostly under the radar in their hometown of Louisville, KY before being picked up by the local NPR affiliate and being nominated in the roots category for best album in the inaugural Louisville Music Awards.

Having earned a cult following, booking a slew of their own tours across the eastern half of the US, Quiet Hollers were able to produce and press their forthcoming sophomore effort without a label.

With a release slated for October 2015, the self-titled sophomore effort runs the proverbial gamut of the band’s eclectic influences: indie, punk, 90’s college rock, post punk and alt. country, to deliver heady, literate, hook-laden narratives, blasting through tube amps in swirls of violin and piano. Quiet Hollers confirms the band’s departure from the confines of the “Americana” label, and ventures into stranger territory where there’s room to breathe, and the road goes on forever.

via reverbnation