Cory Becker is unmistakably built from true grit.
Born, raised and home-schooled along with his five siblings
in a Christian Cult just outside St. Louis, Missouri - Fenton,
to be specific, along the Meramec River. Though
Rock’n’Roll records were banned from his household, at 13
he had an itch to learn and perform guitar in the local church.
Adjusting to life as a teenager became troublesome and
against his family’s persuasion, Becker left home at 17. With
eyes yanked open he discovered New York City, Kurt
Cobain and the grunge underground scene. His feathers
ruffled by artists such as Dion and the Belmonts, Leonard
Cohen, Link Wray, Suicide and Ry Cooder. He didn’t look
You can almost pin-point the ghosts of his influencers within
the hypnotic tracks such as Preacher (where the intimacy of
the lyrics isn’t hidden any further than: “I needed a Father
and got a policeman instead..”), Belong to Me and Fools.
Years later he migrated West, to Echo Park, Los Angeles -
where he currently resides in a secluded adobe farm house in
Elysian Park with his two dogs. A small converted stable in
his garden is where he wrote, recorded and produced (with
some help from his friends Noah Georgeson and Alex Ebert)
his first upcoming solo album.
You aren’t completely off-piste by thinking this record is
part of the neo spaghetti-western come dream-folk
movement. The mystery of his curious childhood and
yearning to escape remains delicately explored within his
dulcet tone. Making anyone with half a groove want to hit
the road in the middle of the night and drive to the high
desert. Or at least to the local dive bar with a jukebox and
The point is - it moves you to get the hell out of here.
If anything is certain, Becker knows how to create a
cinematic ambience that is neither too nostalgic nor too
familiar, think The Big Lebowski meets Pulp Fiction.