This is not a tale about a gunslinger hero, nor is it meant to cut your
heart. It is not the pledge at last year¹s meeting of aficionados and it is
not the eulogy at a death-country funeral. This is the tale of three
storytellers who turned up their collars to the cold night in the dead of
winter. Clutching old cases to their coats, they climbed the frozen
stairwell to a dusty room in an abandoned abattoir on the edge of the city.
Over three long days and nights, they coaxed sounds from the walls, ceiling
and floors onto stacks of tape, slowly giving life to what would become the
heart of the album. With the aid of basement stairwell echoes and broken
down work vans, the album took its initial breath. The stories and sounds
that were captured and which you presently hold in your hands, are the tales
AMBASSADOR is narrated in its entirety by Mark Sasso, Casey Laforet and
Now this is the part where you ignore that old western flickering on that
old black and white in front of you and let your living room be engulfed in
the swelling dust storm outside.
For Ambassador is here.