selected press excerpts:

The Dying Californian:
We Are The Birds That Stay

"...as pretty and delicate as the abstract image on the cover of We Are the Birds That Stay, the band's addictive first full-length. It's ultimately the urgency and beauty of Nate Dalton's voice that drives the group, with the singer's impeccable phrasing and his rasp tugging at something in your chest. Seriously: At Dying Californian shows, squint-eyed tough guys with sideburns talk about how the music touches their hearts. "

Hiya Swanhuyser
sf weekly

"...We Are The Birds That Stay flickers between hard-earned elation and desperate, heavy-hearted blues, mixing the two until it's impossible to untangle the threads and all you can do is sink down into it, letting them take you where they will. The end result is a subtle, heartbreaking masterpiece, and just about as close to perfection as you could hope to find."

Alex Deller
collective zine

"Die IndieEcke empfiehlt und das ganz ganz ganz dringend: Kauft euch "We are the birds that stay" von The Dying Californian. Demn?chst werde ich mehr dazu schreiben. Einfach grandios!"
rollingstone.de

"Finally. Yes folks, it has arrived, the Dying Californian's follow up to 2002's S/T EP teaser of addictive, indie-rockified country laments. Music fans know all too well the disappointment that often follows fervent anticipation, a letdown resulting as much from overblown expectations as any lack of quality on the release's part. But TDC thankfully renders all such concerns moot, laying a real gem in our hands with We Are the Birds That Stay.

The band is powerful live, and how great it is to hear the peculiarly honest, catchy, emotive sentiments captured here in true form. It's country in spirit, with a soul not in twangy pedal steel but rather the raw, husky vocals of singer/guitarist Nate Dalton. The melodies are dusty and endearing, equal parts barroom camaraderie, introspective laments, gunfight dramatics, and lonely high plains adventure-all with a modern lyrical bent. Most have an uncanny way of grabbing your heart with their sincerity, Rhodes organ accompaniment, and varying guitar parts, not to mention hearty distortion and snappy, aggressive percussion in all the right places. You pick this album up, partner, and your inner indie rock drifter will be thankful."

Ryan Schmidt
zero magazine

"...Individual tracks don't so much stand out as ooze between the cracks of everything around them. This is an album you put on when you want to watch the tide cut ephemeral paintings in the sand. Over time lines will rise to the surface, oddly curved shapes glimpsed for a moment between waves. Uneasy easy listening for black clad Californians everywhere."

Dennis Cook
ebong

"...The [Dying] Californian's mix of sensibilities takes otherwise straightforward songs and injects them with a subtlety that, against all odds, makes them work"
Oren Magid
sponic zine

"...The Dying Californian established their markers on their debut, and are now filling out the potential shown therein. The epic ballad 'Long White Hair' settles in and takes you on a six minute journey, mesmerizing you with beautiful chord changes and seducing you with atonal vocals that grow on you like overnight dew. 'Longer Nights and Shorter Days' shows off the band's more populist leanings.

We Are the Birds that Stay may occasionally remind you of some of your favorite bands, but the album's strongest moments won't. With each listen, those vague resemblances of other acts recedes further, and you're left with a unique and compelling record whose songs slowly build to a simmer and saunter on their way to the sublime."

Steve Nelson
splendid ezine

"There's a CD here by The Dying Californian who do a raucous brand of American guitar pop/rock like a bar room REM or a more slapdash Long Winters."
norman records

"...Kind of like My Morning Jacket without the reverb but with better drumming. "
bars and guitars

"Ihr habt richtig gelesen, der gute Mirko mag diese CD, auch wenn es l?cherlich klingt. Aber wenn staubig verliebter Twang den Weg freimacht zu swingenden "Bah Bah Bah"s fangen selbst steife Barhocker an, mitzuwippen. Zwischen den Zeilen schwingt auch noch die Note der Vorg?ngerband Nuzzle mit (nicht verwechseln mit Nozzle von Twang/Die Hard Records!), von denen die Kalifornier das punktierte Poppen geerbt haben.

Die frischen Kl?nge der beiden Genres Pop und Country treten erst beim Secret-Track ein wenig in den Hintergrund, der eine Saufballade zum besten gibt, die von Kurt Cobain kurz vor seiner Kugel stammen k?nnte und den siffigen Blues von Bukowski musikalisch einf?ngt. Leidenschaftlich vorgetragen und fY®r diese Musikrichtung absolut gelungen, warum also nicht?"

Mirko Gl?ser
germany

"Formerly Nuzzle, these guys changed their name to suit their new alt-country sound. the guitars are twangy, the vocals are sung with a slight strain, and the songs are melancholic and forlorn. this CD is very pleasant and subtle, so support these guys instead of that douchebag Ryan Adams."
Neil Shah
punk planet

"'My Heaven Knows No Reign' is the album's centerpiece. It rides on a softly encouraging melody with Dalton's voice soaring above. As the band intensifies the rhythm, they keep a steady central riff, showing an extra ounce of restraint. The song is pristine, minimalist, and even uplifting..."

Josh Kazman
lost at sea

The Dying Californian:
Self Titled EP

"...Brothers Nathan and Andrew Dalton provide complimentary vocals turns that approximate Will and Ned Oldham's off-handed, interactive style. This band is definitely going for something different, and fortunately, they've found it. If your sandpaper has been feeling a little too smooth lately, these guys are for you. Ragged, affecting tunes for late night whiskey drinking. Better than the brunt of the punk-gone-soft movement."
John Wenzel
sponic zine

"Their intimate style may draw comparisons to the more introspective end of The Elephant Six posse, but The Dying Californian are in a league of thier own..."
Josh Kazman
splendid ezine

"...The music is kind of sloppy, but sloppy in a good way. Music for hanging around the house in bare feet on a hot Saturday afternoon with a cold beer in your hand and knowing that there's five more in the fridge."
Tim Scott
screaming bloody mess

"...Dreary, rootsy ballads mixed with classic California pop. Their sound and influence has definitely matured beyond the conventions of indie rock..."
Justin Sinkovich
epitonic


"Lazy and mournful with a voice similar to Hayden with a lonesome guitar. The band comes in, bringing out a countrified indie rock movement, like Pavement doing a mellow Willie Nelson, or Guided By Voices with some Johnny Cash. It's a highway drive through the rest of the album, with the end of the road hitting far too soon."
Marcel Feldmar
big takeover


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