— a flamboyant deceiver; one who attracts customers through tricks or jokes.
Try not to read too much into that.
We were looking for a name and Michael read it in between dry heaves in a bathroom stall somewhere in Spain. Because he's cultured.
Another filthy Austin band cashing in our drink tokens and falling in love all too quickly.
We formed in 2016 after having played in several other bands for years; The Hand of Fate slapped all those projects around a bit but thankfully we are way into that kind of thing.
That and biting.
Driven by conversational, often sardonic lyrics, heavily stylized rhythmic idiosyncrasies, and an unruly sense of self destruction, we will be attempting to jump over the Springfield Gorge that is your heart. There is a good possibility we will plunge to our bloody death.
INDIE ROCK // GARAGE FOLK
// HIPPIE CRIPPLER
“Astrological chart reference, for whatever it’s worth: Borne on an Elliott Smith cusp, with a moon rising in Cat Stevens/Tea for the Tillerman winsome pop.
You’re enveloped by something poignant and equal parts elated taking a flying leap, while shredding and pounding out trippy folk-rock hues. These are the cakes on the tea menu. Order in abundance.”
"While the new folk-influenced [outfit] who go by [Mountebank] certainly don't need to use deception to gain an audience, they are flamboyant and light-hearted, which shines through definitively in their music.
Their debut EP Mountebank: Live From Lake Wobegon [...] straddles elements of outlaw country, post-pop, and garage rock.
The glue holding this tapestry of influences together is the positivity and joviality found in the DNA of the group that makes their charm irresistible."
"Like getting stoned alone."