The muddy work boots, anarchic stage shows and fondness for committing musical “pure butchery” of the Wacos match up with the stylish craft and classicism of Paul Burch, a Nashville songwriting treasure.
Like the woman herself, Working Girl’s Guitar crackles with a loose, straightforward energy fit to be played everywhere from palaces to bars.
The songs tap into grooves as disparate as Turkish maqsoum, Punjabi bhangra, Jamaican ska, Greek rebetiko, classic punk and old-school mambo.
Sundowner unapologetically wears the love of the good times on its greasy flannel sleeve. It’s hard to keep the speed steady when you’re pounding along to this album with your boot on the accelerator.
To sum up: The space. The rivers. The tall grass. Went back to the folk and blues, back to Townes and Dylan, Jim Harrison and Sam Shepard, driving instead of flying.
Throughout the album is Exene’s characteristic blend of folk, deep country and poppy, wide open spaces. The album brings together the potential and innocence of young love, the gravity of departure, and the symbolic changing of seasons.
Channels Them-era Van Morrison, New York style Lou Reed, and the omnipresent Bob Dylan. On Imaginary Television, GP combines indelible hooks, penchant for the British blues-rock revival with a touch of the reggae and biting political commentary to produce an incredibly solid record.
Psychedelic desert pop music. Straddles delirium and ecstasy, when the vultures circling overhead look like doves. It's the sound of a bead of condensation rolling down a beer glass at a grimy cantina.
That’s All I Need IS all you need to get the mood set to Good Times wherever ladies and smooth gents might want to mingle. It's a record of psychedelic soul and growling 4am slow jams with a solid rock and roll backbone.
Jane's is a voice that captures the timeless ache that seeps up through the dirt and hills of her native Kentucky and evokes the spook and hope and wonder and joy of the forests and the moon.
Full of soulful urgency and longing, conjuring the ghosts of mates-in-spiritual-arms from Dylan Thomas to Johnny Cash.
A record that’s perfect for late Indian summer nights on either the front porch or fire escape, Justin’s found yet another way to be a timeless original. As versed in Mance Lipscomb as he is in M. Ward.
A sonic scrapbook of that day, representing all the performers in the order they performed. 19 tracks and almost 70 minutes of highly polished and professional musicianship (ahem), mixed into the red, sho'nuff.
Loveless’s true-to-life testimonials hit and hit hard. Be it whiskey, men, god or alienation, Lydia takes them all on. Heady doses of punk rock energy and candor with the country classicism she was raised on; it’s a gutsy and unvarnished mash up.