As a performer, Jeffrey Foucault has that enviable mix of great, unexpected songs and a warm and rugged stage presence that makes you feel alive and in awe all at once.

A longtime disciple of the rich and strange music that sings behind the American veil, Foucault has been praised by The New Yorker for his “stark, literate songs that are as wide open as the landscape of his native Midwest”. Foucault has spent the last decade and a half mining the darker seams of country and blues, producing a string of spare and elemental albums of rare power while garnering accolades for a tersely elegant brand of songwriting set apart by its haunting imagery and weather-beaten cool.