Maurice Mattei is a Cincinnati treasure. Emigrated from Italy to
America as a child, Mattei writes songs like a great Italian
author, with a resignation to human degradation and depravity
that is not from the normal lofty perspective of third person
narrative, but rather as a first person conspirator. Character
sketches in three minute vignettes of bars, hotels, strip joints
and establishments of last resort that only Charles Bukowski or
Mickey Rourke would feel comfortable in, all set to raw,
serrated edged and unexpectedly complex mixes of blues, rock and
jazz modes. Could it be that the fascination betrays his
objectivity and reveals an unspoken compassion for his subjects?
-DW April 20, 2009
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