Album Out Now
Retro rock for the weathered soul. Crooked time signatures, '70s mountain haze, psychedelia under the floorboards. Familiar on the surface, something stranger moving underneath.
A few friends and a running tape in this stripped down session.
Andy wrote songs in Nashville until the songs stopped sounding like him. He traded the commercial machine for love, pine, and the slow meandering path. The Andes is what drifted back: retro rock with a crooked compass. Sunny on the surface, weather moving in.
Time signatures that don't sit still. Classic rock bones, experimental wiring. Lyrics about the halfway where you haven't yet arrived but there's no turning back. The songs don't tie a bow on anything, because most things don't.
It's not about getting somewhere. It's about the longing for it. If any of that sounds familiar, there's plenty of room at this table. Come down when you're able.
The Andes..."reside inside the quiet, idyllic scenery they're painting"
On the Back Edge of the Beat"a beautiful, therapeutic sigh of relief"
Rising Artists Music BlogMusic for "...cruising through a canyon in a 1967 Mustang Fastback"
Indie TapesThere's a light at the end. There is dark along the way. A song about holding the seams while time does its pulling.







