honeyhoney + Coachella | WELO Show #6

Our lovely friends Ben Jaffe and Suzanne Santo met up with us one day in front of Groundwerks for an impromptu Takeaway Show. They rocked us then and will rock us tomorrow and the next weekend at the little festival in the desert we call Coachella. Congrats to them and be sure to catch them on their next tour with James Morrison which kicks off April 29th in and makes it’s way through LA on May 3rd at the Avalon.

Honeyhoney : Burlap and opals. Moonshine and macrobiotics. Shaken and soothed. How Suzanne Santo (vocals/banjo/violin) and Ben Jaffe (vocals/guitar) managed to reconcile not just polemics, but seemingly opposed realities for their sexually tinged, bruised knee honeysuckle take on roots music has to be heard to be understood.

Yet somehow the young 20-somethings figured out that it’s the extremes that define the middle, whether embracing the big mistakes in the bluesy smoulder “Glad I Done What I Did,” embracing the romantic doubt that is the low slung gospel of “Don’t Know How,” or the euphoric romp-age of “Let’s Get Wrecked” that embraces the arc debauchery completely. This is the sound of coming not of age, but awareness; and digging into what it means to be alive permeates throughout honeyhoney’s October 24th release of Billy Jack on Lost Highway Records.

“The album is made of a lot of stories, a lot of lives,” Santo picks up. “We’re very different, but those differences are what makes it. I’ve had a lot of different times in my personal life that kinda leveled me as a person. That’s why this record is the way it is. It’s made of guts: what’s happening on the inside, the notion of us being really independent, being on our own. That’s a big reality.”

With fiddles threading the melodies, big acoustic guitar sounds and banjos plinking as percussively as melodically, there is an old world feel to honeyhoney that is as fresh and right now as it is tube radios and old lace.

And it is the disparity of how the two came up and came together that informs honeyhoney with their singularity of sound. Meandering through unique paths, converging in Los Angeles where everyone is chasing something, and finally recognizing the chemistry they shared is no mean feat.

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