"4" Released January 27th 2017
Anders Pedersen sang, played guitar and keyboards.
Peter Dombernowsky played drums, percussion and some synth.
Nikolaj Heyman sang, played guitar, keyboards, and engineered.
Henrik 'Hands' Poulsen played bass, and cooked (most of the times).
Mads-Ole Erhardsen played the powerful baritone saxophone on Powerlines.
Produced by this DeSoto band
Recorded and mixed by Nikolaj Heyman with the band at Stablesounds studio 1 & 2
Mastered by Emil Thomsen @ ETMastering
Artwork by Studio Claus Due
Photos by Peter Dombernowsky
Liner notes by Jim White:
I remember the thunderstorm and the puddles everywhere. I'd just moved to North Florida and had not seen much rain prior to that. I was in the Second Grade and behind my school there was a pile of cast-off tires. I was kicking them, watching as the accumulated rainwater circled and splashed out when I heard a rough-edged boy's voice behind me bark out, “Don't you piss in that tire, son!”
The boy doing the talking was younger and smaller than me, but had this cocky strut to his way of standing. When I replied that I wasn't his son and certainly wasn't pissing in the tire he came back sharply with, “you calling me a liar!?” And with that he leaped on me and wrestled me to the ground. We tussled but I was no match for him. He pinned my shoulders down with his knees and slapped my face playfully a few times then laughed and, with a friendly smile, said, “You ain't much of a fighter are you?” He then helped me to my feet and invited me over to his house to watch a western on TV. His name was Geoff Rhinehart and he soon became like a brother to me.
Geoff understood brotherhood. He was the youngest of four rough and tumble boys, poor, uneducated, but self-determined to the point of being troublemakers. Geoff's dad was a drunk who did dredge work on a barge over in Mississippi. Geoff decided I needed men in my life and so from that point on he and his brothers sort of adopted me.
I was also the youngest of five, albeit with four sisters and an absentee father, so I spent the first part of my life knee-deep in women. From an early age I hungered for the company of men, but had none of the tools necessary to exist in a man's world. Geoff and his brothers taught me to fight and cuss and drink and stand my ground when need be, and I'm eternally grateful to them for that.
To some extent I'll always think like a woman – that's just how I was raised – but in my constant vigil to balance out my life and mind, over the years I've continued to seek out the company of strong charismatic men like Geoff and his brothers, drawn to the alien but comforting forms of communication they exhibit.
No small wonder I feel at home with the DeSoto boys; they're a brotherhood, men through and through, connected in the best of ways.
- Jim White