B I O G R A P H Y 

The grandson of an Italian immigrant coal miner (and proud-and-loud son of the central Appalachian Mountains), Norway-via-West Virginia punk-folk troubadour J. Marinelli has taken the do-it-yourself idea to its furthest extreme.

That is to say, he’s his own band; after cutting his teeth in ‘90s and ‘00s punk notables Samuel and Les Trois Malheures our boy abandoned the notion of a backing band, and decided to do the dirty deed his damn self.

 

Thus: a booted right toe booms the big bass drum while the right heel keeps time on his hi-hat. His left foot snaps a snare, while his veined and gnarled hands grapple and grip the well- worn neck of a sturdy silverflake six-string -- barehandedly smacking a cymbal between syncopated strums.

He tops this well-edited Gotterdammerung with a crackling croon of a voice that recalls the forgotten apex of every aging lo-fi junkie’s vinyl collection (for you trainspotting music nerd-types, imagine the Fall, Billy Childish, the Urinals, and Guided by Voices filtered through the dusty arcana of early 20th century American folk music).

After bringing his one-man roots-punk juggernaut to the endless sprawl of his home country, Marinelli has recently completed three tours of Europe -- charming audiences in the Czech Republic, France, Germany, Belgium, Ireland, Northern Ireland, the Netherlands, and Norway.

Laughing All the Way to the Fretex, Marinelli’s nineteenth release since 2006, was recorded via eight-track reel-to-reel at Studio Anatomy in Traverse City, Michigan by T.J. Hall (Tolerater, Parking Lots) and stands as his most mature release to date. While snugly fitting into Marinelli’s ever-expanding catalog, this release points toward a more power pop trajectory, while not sacrificing the sweaty punk attack of his older, lo-fi efforts and high-energy live show.