Brick Briscoe has made a life of figuring out how to do what he needs to do. Writing songs and performing are at the top of that list. Rooted in the Midwest, but spiritually tied to NYC, where his previous release “Songs To Yell To” came to life he continues to defy expectations. Much of his new record "Brick Briscoe - IV" was recorded or mixed in a hospital while he was undergoing chemotherapy. Briscoe creates songs that paint a picture of restlessness and wonder, sprinkled liberally with a well matured angst. He’s a wanderer both physically and artistically. You’ll find him just as much obsessed with the open road as trying to get you into the metaphorical bed. The songs move between punk rock edge and a curious free form folk/jazz adventure, with Briscoe’s buzzsaw and angular guitar riffs cutting a trail for his lyrics to find an unsettling safe house. His live shows channel the things he spits out from this journey. Always intense and surprisingly sensitive, his shows go from a whisper to a howl from moment to moment. He's entertaining for sure, but there's some thinking in the dance and things can get messy.