" I didn't get this dressed up just to stand around the club, and I didn't wear these shoes out just to hold the carpet down. I wanna dance all night long - can it be all that wrong?" – “You Were Depressing Me.”

On paper - there is no liable reason that The Scattered Pages should not be a successful band. They've got the high cheekbones and freshly trimmed chins, the drive it takes to make & tour the music... Hell, they're educated even [kick-ass named bassist Kurt Coburn holds a degree from University of Texas]. Now this trio who originally met years back around Houston, TX is making albums that ultra-boss Three Ring Records is putting out. This equation here rounds itself up to a very nice figure that equals: Hell yes!

Then you get to the music these guys are making.. . yeah - that was meant to be funny. The Scattered Pages are matter-of-listen-ability crafting music that wakens wise bears from their slumbers and makes the rarest of wingless birds take flight. Their music is delicate, yet with punch [see: "Deadpan Dirge"] - and the end result is a bakers dozen basket of songs that blurs the lines that connect "Americana" and Westgrass (that's kinda like West coast stompin' music that has roots in Texas).

" So is it like alt-country sounding shit?" you may ask - and I would scoff at the idea that you'd think so. I am here to help you, friend - I want you to spend your best days hearing only the best of music. So here: The drums pleasantly roll like something the Sadies would be proud of; the guitars swirl around the beat like a south Texas heatwave on pavement (hear: "The Baptist"), and lyrically Brandon Hancock makes everything snap into place a'la a young Nick Cave alive in the woods of Great Britain with spurs on his wingtips. Yeah - Three Ring Records has yet to let this able listener down - as usual, thank you sirs.

" I'm ashamed for having said foolish things - the affair was grand" – “I'm Ashamed.” – Kaleb Gay (2006, The Daily Copper)