From Saskatoon to Victoria: The Dead South Brings Raw Roots & Rough Finery

I am a new fan of The Dead South, and here is how it happened: When I heard that The Dead South was playing at Rifflandia, I immediately thought, “heck yes; this is just what Victoria needs–a little gritty, blue collar grassroots music. And if anyone can bring it, a band like this can." The irony here is that I thought I was familiar with the music of The Dead South, but turns out I wasn’t. I was sure they were peppered into any number of my playlists (roots, americana, folk rockabilly, new raw old-time), but to my surprise and disappointment, they weren’t. So, especially because I was given the opportunity to write about this band, I doubled down on my music rotation, and quickly fell in love with the technical, bold and intricate music, as well as the clever nuances and juxtapositions on which the band stands.

And it’s no wonder that The Dead South didn’t get algorithm-ed into my playlists; they subtly defy any standard classification or conventions, while standing solidly, steadily and comfortably in their own space. Think raw and smokey bluegrass/old time, with a Canadian wink and twist, which in so many different ways, provides a highly intelligent and artful nod to, and commentary and experience of the darker, but real side of life. 

To fully understand and appreciate the vibe, stories, and messages that they bring to their music and shows, one must pay close attention. This is a band that you should listen to and watch with intention–and it is SO worth it.  Listen to the music, the instruments, the lyrics, and watch the band play as individuals who together interact so naturally, fluidly, and perfectly. Take the time to consider each word and harmony. Listen to the intricate mandolin-picking and the speedy banjo and guitar riffs. Sway and snap with the consistent train-beat of cello notes. 

The mood of the music ranges from the deepest depths to "That Mighty Matterhorn". With driving beats, all without actual percussion, and words that punch, The Dead South challenges listeners to question and think critically about mainstream narratives. This is the role of art in the conflagration of our twenty-first century life, and The Dead South do it with their unique creativity, style, and mood. There is a steadfast and comforting consistency in the lyrical sentiment, the musical sound, and of course, the second-to-none unique and dandy going-to-town country finery that each band-member steps up and into for their performances.

Their classy yet rough-around-the-edges finery gives them a look that gives the appearance that they wear the same thing day after day, and sometimes washed on a washboard, but also could be featured  in a spread in GQ Magazine. This unique style comes together in and for solidarity when dedicated fans unite at concerts donning their own versions of the anti-fashion, calling themselves simply, “Good Company”. 

In the playful but heartfelt words of The Dead South, “mama loves her bacon, she loves it every day. I love her so I’m making sure it's just the way”. This sentiment embodies the love and culture that exists at Rifflandia, and in Victoria. Thank you to the Dead South for coming to Victoria to bring the bacon, and thank you Rifflandia for always bringing the best of the best to the table. Victoria has a broader worldview because of what, and who you bring.

Victoria, get ready to give a big salty Pacific welcome to these wicked Saskatchewanians. Don’t hold back your desire to cheer them on with yips, sways and snaps! Consider dressing in your “Southern” finest, and maybe even dippin’ some Skol chaw in your maw, you just might find your place amongst some Good Company! 

– Whitney Davis. 

Whitney Davis: mom, teacher, perpetual learner, photographer, devoted music lover, Rifflandia lifer!