Cotton Jones may be riding the last wave of enthusiasm for indie-alt-country. But as I said before, there’s something very authentic about them. Clearly their buzz factor is growing, as people either shuffled down into the Red Rocks visitor center right after The Walkmen, skipping M. Ward, or saw a few minutes of Mr. Ward before deciding to scurry to catch Cotton Jones.
Indeed, the intimacy that probably would have served M. Ward well was afforded to Cotton Jones, who soaked up the attention of every plaid-shirted soul in the room with Michael Nau and Whitney McGraw’s beautiful harmonies.
Keep an eye on these guys (and gal) — they’re a little bit country and a little bit rock & roll, but a whole lot of awesome.
Monolith Festival: Cotton Jones.
Cotton Jones at Monolith.
Cotton Jones may be riding the last wave of enthusiasm for indie-alt-country. But as I said before, there’s something very authentic about them. Clearly their buzz factor is growing, as people either shuffled down into the Red Rocks visitor center right after The Walkmen, skipping M. Ward, or saw a few minutes of Mr. Ward before deciding to scurry to catch Cotton Jones.
Indeed, the intimacy that probably would have served M. Ward well was afforded to Cotton Jones, who soaked up the attention of every plaid-shirted soul in the room with Michael Nau and Whitney McGraw’s beautiful harmonies.
Keep an eye on these guys (and gal) — they’re a little bit country and a little bit rock & roll, but a whole lot of awesome.