These guys are probably sick and tired of being compared to Tom Waits but the music begs the comparison. Watching some of their live material on youtube carries that whole comparison so much farther though. If Waits was a much younger man with way too much energy and the onset of some animal madness the connection would be far stronger. The energy and charisma of Bones Malones is a whole new plateau of hobo crunk. The harmonica howls gorgeously and the piano jangles are a brilliant touch. The vocalist, on whom this whole thing sits like fire on a torch, can really spin a yarn too. His personality shines through everything. And yet, for all the passion and brutality of Calyptrophone, a thread of contentment weaves itself through the entire album. Don’t miss this rag tag outfit tomorrow (June 27) at Wunderbar with another brilliant songwriter, Old Time Machine all the way from the Yukon. More info here.