"Mr. Fulks is more than a songwriter. He's a gifted guitarist who has taught for years at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago, he's a soulful singer with an expressive honky-tonk tenor, and he's a natural performer. It rings true when he says he's only truly comfortable when he's onstage or when he's totally alone. But what really sets him apart is his songwriting, which is one part artful country, one part artful sendup of country and one part a little of everything else." - New York Times
Robbie Fulks has the soul of a country singer and the mind of a vaudevillian. Still, for Robbie, it’s about the songs. “There are many good living songwriters,” says the Chicago Reader, “But then you hear a new Robbie Fulks record, and you can’t remember who they are.” He’s written country songs about how compromised most country music is, and while he’s fond of folk and bluegrass, he’s been known to please audiences with covers of hits by Cher, sung in a voice that Paste Magazine praised as being, “a turpentiney tenor, as splintered as unvarnished wood left outside.”
"Mr. Fulks is more than a songwriter. He's a gifted guitarist who has taught for years at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago, he's a soulful singer with an expressive honky-tonk tenor, and he's a natural performer. It rings true when he says he's only truly comfortable when he's onstage or when he's totally alone. But what really sets him apart is his songwriting, which is one part artful country, one part artful sendup of country and one part a little of everything else." - New York Times
Robbie Fulks has the soul of a country singer and the mind of a vaudevillian. Still, for Robbie, it’s about the songs. “There are many good living songwriters,” says the Chicago Reader, “But then you hear a new Robbie Fulks record, and you can’t remember who they are.” He’s written country songs about how compromised most country music is, and while he’s fond of folk and bluegrass, he’s been known to please audiences with covers of hits by Cher, sung in a voice that Paste Magazine praised as being, “a turpentiney tenor, as splintered as unvarnished wood left outside.”