Deathbarrel; that's the new term for a music venue during a pandemic, right?
Wrong.
Deathbarrel is the outlaw country of Mr. Strangeland,on vocals and rhythm guitar, among other things, Mr. Hansi on bass and backing vocals, and Mr. Jacobsen, picking up the rear on drums and whatever else needs pummeling.

Norwegian outlaw country music springs out of the Old Norse berserker genes. It is raw, uncut, masculine. It is the music of men who only have one flask of cologne, used only for weddings and for mother's birthday, it is the music of men without handbags, men who like to fish and hunt. Deathbarrel is the sound of wrenches and motor oil, of Saturday night beers and truckstops, of longing and loss, of late evenings and aching muscles, of endless roads and shore leave, of the dreams of freedom that all and any working man feels deep in his soul.

Grits and stale sandwiches, phone calls that were never returned, funerals you were too far away from, friends found and friends lost, outlaw country is the music of the harsh reality of life, it is the sound of plain saying, of the ugly sides of life that cannot be ignored. It is a self-confident snarl at conventions, at authority, at all and any that defines and confines life to what mainstream society wants it to be. It is rebel music.

Deathbarrel is The Truth.

They will perform a matiné show at Cappelens Forslag on the last day of July at 4 pm.

Ten lucky punters allowed inside. Admission is free, but if you like what you hear, feel free to hand over whatever entry fee you like to the band.