Is this guy really from Oakland, Calif., and not Atlanta, Detroit, Memphis, or even Philly? Mike Therieau may travel among indie-rock circles and have an obvious affinity for early-'70s Stones, but one listen to his sweet, sad, powerful voice and it's clear he's tapped a line directly into the core of classic R&B, then drizzled it with hot-buttered country soul. Step inside this music, there's warmth and humanity everywhere you turn.
With the working sweat of the day behind him, Mike Therieau takes off his shoes and kicks up new dirt down at the local bar. Guided by some force us mere mortals cannot understand, Mike has been known to kick step a frenzy into the soles of even the most jaded musicianites. His infectious swaying paves the way for the true power of Mike: his voice. He seared the electromagnetic spectrum as but a young buck, belting out the lines "I'm a lover not a fighter" from the classic You Can't Judge a Book. From that auspicious, adolescent start, Mike has grown to become one of the the Bay Area's faves, tearing it up in bands like The Loved One's, Mover and Wasted Days. Now, many many lifetimes later, Mike branches out, yet again, and delivers a coupla new tracks, hoisted up under his own moniker.