I credit one member of The Dreebs with saving my life, in Mexico, by calming me down while we travelled by horse on the side of very steep cliff. I admit that I have endangered another Dreebs life by encouraging him to take bootleg legal ecstasy in Amsterdam. The point is everybody is alive and well, and gratitudes and apologies have been extended. First a little catch up for the unacquainted: Every member of The Dreebs has, at some point, been a member of PC Worship (that is if the players in the notorious New York City collective could ever be called members). The Dreebs were first described to me years ago as PC Worship's weirder side project, which immediately caught my attention because, how could a band be weirder than PC Worship. I'm not going to even attempt to quantify that because it's utterly impossible. Though over the years, we've seen a sort of Dreebian declaration of independence by their increased presence in the New York City DIY and avant-garde scenes. That independence has been loudly articulated in the form of Forest of a Crew. Forest of a Crew is the sum of eight songs and seven instrumentals. These pieces wash over the listener like vignettes of a fever dream, punctuated with moments of terror and beauty. It exists not in romanticized New York of old where artists could survive in squalor so long as they existed in inexpensive and undesirable locations where no squares fear to tread. Rather, the hellscape of The Dreebs is of a different variety, where even Bushwick is unaffordable and the decision to live as an artist in the city has become a perilous one. And in spite of, or rather because of this, Forest of a Crew is an inspiring testament to the tenacity and commitment of the minds and hearts that brought it to life. Maybe knowing this has saved my life in a way I cannot yet fully understand.1 - I2 - Reese3 - A4 - My Killer5 - M6 - Marble Head7 - C8 - QAC9 - R10 - The Paint11 - E12 - Picture Of Faith13 - W14 - de Beers15 - Love Your Body