Dunleath

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Origin: Regina, Saskatchewan, 🇨🇦
Biography:

Legend of Dunleath

On the morning of the mid-summer solstice, the Earl of Dunleath was awakened by the sweet strains of musical melody adrift on the fragrant air and wafting through the rich tapestry which covered the heavy stone window.

“By the mad mistral winds that sweep the East Eden,” he cried, “Who goeth there?”

He threw back the embroidered tapestry to behold four of his peasants dallying in sweet repose, humbly issuing forth sweet strains of rainy rhyme from lute and base and drum.

“You . . . peasants! Why idle ye here ’neath my cold stony window when you exist only to stoop for me in menial labour in order that I may grow fat through your strivings?”

“Kind sir,” replied the troubour, “remember we are not the four young nobles of old who lost your very own order of knighthood upon ridings in the lands and peoples who dwell beyond these hills?”

But the Earl fumed and raged; he would accept no explanation, no honest recourse. The stout-hearted men of Dunleath were forced to vacate the land and go dwell with the kindly Earl of Brown in the next county.

And Dunleath was none the happier. The Earl of Brown did black-shrouded in the subtle arts, to imprison their souls in hard substance. And he did, using an early druidic chant. And so remained, being used in inheritance, with the lands from those times till now, the secret.

But it did not stop that the Earl of Brown did love sons and they begot sons and the strain of ancient noble blood did continue until at last, the son of Brown did have his daughter marry the original four — who, now as souls, sang the night-after-magicals of animosity past and release their trapped souls.

So the Earl of Brown’s last living descendant did father an ancient act to revive the Dunleath spirits, who were long since fascinated and frustrated, the correct spells were spoken in a new secret and emotional ceremony (which still performs today by those who do know).

And so, dear reader, knowing what you know now, do you not have the wisdom to open the dusty window of the past, the shadowy — place of uncertainty? Buy this wafer-thin disc of musical sounds which uses the spells of Brownian mystical technology — place upon a common phonograph, and visualize the distant lands and peoples from the far-away hills of Dunleath. And learn.

Brent Brown: lead acoustic & electric guitars, background vocals
Wesley McDonell: lead vocals, acoustic guitar, background vocals
Bruce Brown: bass, lead vocals, background vocals
Joe Nardi: drums