"Clare Hubbard aka Clay Camero aka Caethua creates darkly psychedelic folk songs that are as delightful as they are spooky. Sort of like if Neil Young and Patti Smith tripped acid in an abandoned ghost town and recorded an album together." - IMPOSE Magazine
Resurrection is the much-anticipated new release for Clay Camero. It follows her first, Cool Blue Shadows, a dark powerful study of a woman standing her ground in the face of loss. Loss is a recurring theme in the songs of Resurrection, but this time the loss is accepted without the weight of remorse, as if Clay has finally shed the skin of sorrow she had worn for so long. The album opens with "Red Sand," a bittersweet depiction of Clay's Great Grandmother’s escape from a prison ship to roam alone through the deserts of Western Australia. The mood shifts with the classic anthem "Chevy," a pleasure cruise down the dusty back roads of Maine. Clay’s voice shines on "Poison Arrow," lending raw power to her ethereal femininity. As ever, the County Line Bandits are along for the journey, and together they ride. feeding the fires with their psychedelic twang. Throughout this beautifully written album the message is clear: the antidote to suffering is love. In "Dream Man" it seduces, in "Freedom" it heals, and in "Hot Summer Moonlight" it haunts. Clay’s stories transform darkness into light with unnerving honesty and otherworldliness. In Resurrection, Clay & the County Line Bandits transcend the heavy weight of being human with pure raw power.
Sat March 14
The Columbus Theater Providence, RI
wed April 15
3s Artspace Portsmouth, NH
West coast tour
all summer's eve fest wonder valley, ca
Wed May 6th
Fri May 8th
Sat may 9th
w/itasca & VOS
The Crepe Place, Santa cruz
Sun may 10th
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"No mere mortal woman is at the heart of this story; Cool Blue Shadows is richly textured, it has depth, it shines, it weeps, it breathes..." Victoria Karol, the Portland Phoenix
"I may be gone for a long long time"
Ura Rider&Ryan Fontaine LP
& the County Line Bandits
are the gorgeous grit of the underground, the psychedelic outlaws of that backwoods roadhouse dance floor of your dreams, where the deserts outside L.A. and the western mountains of Maine become one in a haunting landmass called Freedom.