STREET CORNER HOLLER: Roots, Blues & Raw Americana Yeah, you could say that Street Corner Holler are traditionalists, but you won't find an academic bone in their bodies. They don't play blues that you can learn from books. Out in the cold and the rain, the street-corner sound of Mark Tolstrup and Dale Haskell has been honed to grab the audience by the throat as they try to stroll by. There's no time to play it safe. There's no opportunity for a second chance. Between the streetlamp and the gutter, it's all or nothing. And Street Corner Holler gives it their all - whether it's an intimate coffeehouse or a rowdy outdoor festival. Whether it's the two-man army of Tolstrup and Haskell or whether they've got the powerhouse support of bassmaster Tony Markellis, when he's not busy playing with Trey Anastasio. You can tell when the music ain't real, hear it like a warning siren that splits open the night. You can hear the false notes played. The lies being sung. The trying-too-hard-bravado of the ever-growing parade of Oh-I'm-so-lonesome wanna-be bluesmen. But that's not Street Corner Holler. They're the real deal. These guys ain't foolin' around. For their brand new self-titled album, Street Corner Holler brewed up a raw, fearless, righteous mix of swamp boogie, buzzsaw blues and delta stomp. It's all achingly beautiful and haunting. It's all slash 'n' burn, no-holds-barred. It's all music played with such honesty and abandon that you want to stay up til dawn - drinkin', weepin' and hollerin'.