“Red Klay here… or you can call me KM3, Klay Matthews the third.”
The board · what’s up this week
Red Klay Sinner — posted releases
Out now
20 songs · the debut
25 songs · the deal at the fork
20 songs · the town, not just the man
Coming
20 songs · four generations, one name
15 tales · the Halloween record
Album one · out now
Twenty songs cut from red dirt and church pews. Trap-country anthems, gospel organ, porch ballads, roadhouse rock and haunted bluegrass — a man caught between what he was raised on and what he keeps doing anyway.
Dirt washes off. What you did in it don’t.
Every song ends with one
Album two · out now
Twenty-five songs about the deal you make at the fork and the bill that comes due after. Every road on this record costs him something, and he takes it anyway.
Album three · out now
Twenty songs about the town instead of the man. The mill goes quiet, the auction sign goes up in the yard, and the casserole line forms at the door before anybody has said the word out loud. This one is the whole street, four generations deep.
Next release
Album four · out Monday, September 21
The name goes back four generations and forward one. A coal miner, a preacher, a sinner, and a boy walking the same road out. Twenty songs about what gets handed down whether anybody wanted it or not.
Meet the four generations →
Four men. One name. Same road out.
Legacy · September 21
The Halloween record · in the works
Fifteen true-told tales, one road at a time — Alabama pine rows to Virginia creek bridges to the Colorado high country. Real folklore, told the way it got told to him.
The lineage · four deep
Same name, same road, same fourteenth birthday that moved somebody somewhere new. The whole catalog runs on it.
First
Marvel, Alabama
Coal miner. Grandaddy. Kept a Bible riding shotgun and never once explained why. Half the record is still arguing with him.
Second
The pulpit
The preacher. Had a sermon for everything, including the things his own son was out doing on a Saturday night.
Third
Alabama → Covington, Virginia at 14 → Colorado
The one holding the microphone. Raised on red clay, moved at fourteen, moved again when his own boy hit fourteen. Sinner by his own admission, and the only one in the family willing to say it out loud.
Fourth
Colorado
The son. Same hat, same shadow. The reason a lot of these songs stop short of the worst version of the story.
The store · opening soon
Bone cream on black. Same palette as the records, printed the same way — no glitter, no gimmicks.