DREW YOUNG

"A founding member of Athens/ Atlanta pop superstars Ruben Kincaid.
Young recently put together his sophomore solo album No Good at Being
Cool. Full of comfortable sophistipop, it shows an artist at ease with
himself but still exploring the world. Or perhaps vice versa."
(Atlanta), Flagpole (Athens).

"On Somethings Not Right, Drew Young offers an intelligent take on the
pop-rock singer-songwriter model. Young infuses the literate tunes with
a world-weary smirk that occasionally breaks into a full-on ironic grin.
Highly recommenced listening!" -Lee Valentine Smith Creative Loafing
(Atlanta), Flagpole (Athens).

"Future scholars will discuss Drew's music in terms of
GIMMELSCHAFT and GEIESENSHAFT and other really big German words."

— Gregg Newby - Memphis Historian and Roustabout

From the April 2001 RIFRAF (www.rifraf.com), a rock-'n-roll magazine (founded 1989)
distributed throughout Belgium and The Netherlands:

"He was the central element of the group Ruben Kincaid and made his first solo album
in 1998 (reviewed here in RifRaf). Finally there is a sequel. Apparently Drew Young
has specialised even further in making sophisticated pop with acoustic intermezzi.
The melodic richness is detailed in a subtle way by of some extra colouring
with violins and accordeon. Related names that pop up by listening to this record are
Divine Comedy, Al Stewart, Lloyd Cole, Fat's Garden and even David Bowie and Steely Dan.
You can hear clearly the touch of producer Glen Tarachow, someone who is very active
in the New York scene of film, television and theater. He also worked with wellknown
jazz artists as Wallace Roni and Geri Allen. It's about time that Drew Young gets finally
a serious distribution deal in Europe." Contact: www.DrewYoung.com. (with MP3 files). (gtb)

Part-time New Orleanian Drew Young captures the city's laid-back groove on his new disc,
No Good at Being Cool. Young combines delicate string parts, layers of acoustic guitar,
drum loops and a whispery vocal style to craft musical confessions and love stories
that are reminiscent of Psychedelic Furs, the Cure and other seminal modern rock bands
at their most hypnotic.

— Rich Collins , InsideNewOrleans.com

In a world of vanishing reference points, it's music we veterans use to collect ourselves.
Drew is, dare we say it, drunk or thinking drunk most of the time, and by that definition,
conquering all our fear and concerns by not taking things too seriously. But Drew is not
talking any shit. Here is someone who survived his own adolescence. He intoxicates
real life with stories and observations that can only come from hard years in the craft.
Just hear the chords and the changes against his salmagundi of lyrics hewn of the finest
people watching, bar room speculation, and soul searching.

The regrets in "Ordinary Day", very much like he's airing out his head.
Other songs are reminiscient of a younger Bob Dylan
conversing with an older Lisa Loeb in a timeless, time-in-a-bottle place. Drew's years in
Baton Rouge and New Orleans come through in the open sounds of his acoustic guitar on
"Come To Me". And yet he has NYC sophistication, especially in the drums, from the
background of very seamless production.

Drew Young goes down very smooth. Smooth like a
mountain stream. Note the comparison to a fine lager. Straight up, it's the kind of
music that belongs in a cold glass for when you're free to kick back. If your life
had very atmospheric, in-the-narrative, unobtrusive music telling of desperations
and subtleties, it would be Drew Young's latest, "No Good At Being Cool", a
meditation on how he managed to stop thinking so much and just go with it,
whatever it is. When you make for the time for the drive through Big Sky Montana
with someone next to you, you'll want a copy of "Come To Me" playing on your stereo,
while you stare at how big it really is.

— Mark Volpe, Los Angeles Resident Writer at Large

Drew Young's new CD fuses quicksilver pop sensibilities and the languorous rhythms of life
down South where he was born. It reminds me of a softer and gentler DB's, maybe a sweet but not
saccharine send up of Burt Bacharach. Which is all to say I like it. Very much.

— John T. Edge, Oxford American

More soon!