Belle and Sebastian - What to Look For in Summer

Released in the final weeks of 2020, no doubt, the live album What to Look For in Summer is one of my favorite discs of the recent months.

Having presumably heard it all by the late 90s, Belle and Sebastian grabbed me hard. While most of my musical tastes like the Smiths were literate and fey, they were also undeniably rock based. Belle and Sebastian made music like they were in world where bands like Led Zeppelin and the Clash never existed.

Predicting where this band who started as a rather faceless collective would be 25 years later would have been next to impossible.

For me, the changes threw me for awhile, but I came to appreciate the new sound. It’s not a particularly unique insight. No one would have expected such an interactive live band.

But here over 23 songs from various locales, their personality shows through in what is a truly wonderful two disc set.

For me, the reason I love this album is that it has the same characteristics of what made the early band so good- wide-eyed, playful troubadours. Think Donovan or any number of late 60s/early 70s songwriters.

Do musicians still have that first album innocence in their live shows 30 years later. The Stones, the Kinks, U2, The Who, Robert Plant? (I don’t know. I’m asking. I never thought about it before).

So with a mix of vocalists and songs, and the band claiming inspiration from the great live 1970s Prog albums, no doubt the grand moment is as one might expect A seven and a half minute version of The Boy With The Arab Strap.

That said, with many possibilities, the song I’m going to share is an unlikely one. Step Into My Office, Baby was the opening single from the Trevor Horn produced 2003 album Dear Catastrophe Waitress- a sharp movement into the bands current style.

I don’t hate it- it’s got that poppy 1960s style like maybe something Divine Comedy would do, but I don’t love it, either- it’s a list of bad office sex jokes that seemed stale even before Matt Lauer and MeToo- even if the song generally flips the gender roles. However, it has my favorite moment of the set- a giddy moment like much of the rest of the set where the band switches out the lyric “burned out after Thatcher” with the new resident of 10 Downing Street.

Album Review: Nick Cave and Warren Ellis- Carnage

 I’m not sure what the expectations for Carnage (the 2021 album by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis) should be.

Released in the new release dead zone of February, it is the first release credited to the duo that hasn’t been motion picture related.

Of course, the lockdown created havoc for many things. Would this have been the germ for a Bad Seeds album or is this meant to be thought of differently as say Grinderman was.

Inevitably, music journos can overthink such stuff. Carnage has come out to near universal acclaim and it may be all of the above.

While there are no killer single cuts (where would you start-the opener “Hand of God” some sort of perverse dark jazz meets goth electronica is certainly the most arresting) or particular theme, Carnage seems a continuation of Ghosteen. While at the same time, it’s not a million miles removed from the duo’s soundtrack work (which I suppose as atmospheric as Ghosteen was, that’s no surprise either).

There are a few truths to unravel. First, even as prolific as he has been throughout his career, Cave really has never suffered much in terms of quality. Second, the listeners preference will determine enjoyment. Just read reviews to see what Cave albums are favorites. You will see a wide variety. While you would hardly consider Cave a Neil Young personality, there’s an incredible depth in his albums.

So, Carnage is a worthwhile album by any definition. Admittedly, it’s another step away from what I like best about the Bad Seeds. I doubt I will revisit it often. Yet, undeniably is still an arresting piece of art. Ultimately, it’s not for the fans to speculate, but for the artist to make their art, and this surely feels like the piece that Nick wanted to make now.

Things I am listening to: Buzzcocks

 Almost instantly on the first listen, Buzzcocks became one of my favorite bands. Their short lived career (76-81, three albums) places them in a category of bands that for a time could do no long (as far as peers, I’d throw The Jam and English Beat in there as well).

They also felt like the first punk band to reform after a break and release new material (I know, I know, the Damned, Wire and others might have a claim but it also never felt like they went away, and others who weren’t particularly memorable).

Which brings us to Trade Test Transmissions. An album that to my ears is as good as anything they had done, or at least as good as any band’s fourth album.

The album exists in a weird space. Primarily, because it was largely unheard; but also because reviews for it are all over the board. Allmusic gives it three stars, which means one day I will probably have to write a post to defend it, but others agree with me as it being essential.

One of the strengths of the comeback was Steve Diggle taking vocal duties on a few songs and providing a counterpoint to Shelley a la Mould/Hart, Strummer/Jones Mascis/Barlow and other duos.

From there, I followed the band religiously and bought all the releases as soon as they came out.

Besides a few rests and line up changes, the Buzzcocks mk. 2 are now just over 30 years and six albums in.

I have to say that my appraisal of each post-TTT album is the same- mild disappointment, the cover work generally fairly generic and if I associate a personality with an album it’s that of one of the specific label that they were on at the time. There was a carousel of labels too (IRS, GoKart, Merge, Cooking Vinyl). Yet of course, the truth in a world of Buzzcocks inspired melodic punk, you could always do worse than Shelley and Diggle.

Even with Shelley’s death in December of 2018, the band continues on.

With the benefit of hindsight, I can reevaluate the bands work. 1996’s All Set is actually a strong set of songs. Perhaps not as good as it’s predecessor, but pretty close.

The band recorded with Neill King- who engineered the breakout albums by Green Day and other Buzzcocks influenced bands like Rancid, Jawbreaker and the Muffs.

It seems absurd that a band with that name and that age would be able to replicate the success of their followers but the demise of IRS records shortly following the release would have certainly not helped things.

99’s Modern doesn’t have the tunes, but sonically it’s a great listen. The band incorporated a lot of new wave electronic elements.

03’s self titled album brought the band back to something more akin to the bands original sound. It’s hard to say why this album doesn’t click for me since there’s so much energy. Is it so competent it’s boring?

Flat Pack Philosophy (2006) similarly misses the Mark, but the band mixes their sound up between songs that it at least feels like a more interesting listen.

The bands last album to date (The Way 2014) is likely the weakest. The album reminds me of all of the 90s indie bands that had listened to some Husker Du records and dutifully set out to make their own (often inferior) product.

All of this is irrelevant of course when it comes to Late For The Train- a six disc boxed set that tries to capture the Mk. 2 Buzzcocks live performances.

The band was always a bunch of frenetic
Punks with a solid catalog. The band picked the best of the new material and it fit seamlessly with the Greatest Hits.

If for some reason, you have not checked out the second incarnation (a term I use loosely - Buzzcocks mk 2 has had three main “lineup” changes -89-92, 92-08, 08-current) this is a great starting spot.

Album Review- Marc Almond and Chris Braide

 I have spent a great deal of time recently talking about Marc Almond so I probably don’t need to recap.

Still, one of the more interesting developments has been his recent partnership with Chris Braide. As esoteric as some of his work is, Marc has always kept an ear to pop radio.

So Braide doesn’t seem like an obvious match. He’s most famous for another collaboration- his work with Sia. Besides Almond, most of his other work is a who’s who of radio stars- Halsey, Lana del Rey, Britney, Christina Aguilera, Beyoncé, David Guetta, Selena Gomez, Nicki Minaj and a multitude of movie and advertising work.

Braide is also an accomplished pianist and so Chaos and The Hits- credited to both- a January 2020 Royal Albert Hall concert stays pretty close to what you expect.

At 37 songs,it’s a wealth of Marc. Fans who haven’t heard the recent material get their chance to hear the Almond/Braide collaborations (which feature heavy, obviously- Last year’s Chaos and a Dancing Star but also 15’s The Velvet Trail) alongside with the greatest hits and a few surprise detours (Sia’s “Unstoppable” and some deeper Almond cuts).

As big of a fan I am, I reckon that this really is for the fans. While I love his music and have the CD of a previous Royal Albert Hall concert, he released in 92 as 12 Years of Tears, I would surely advise potential new listeners to the studio records first, or at least that earlier disc which plays almost as a Greatest Hits.

But if you’re looking for a hook, this album offers two. First, Marc pays tribute to the other Marc with a quick (about four minutes total) sojourn covering T Rex’s Children of the Revolution and Dandy in the Underworld.

The second is someone who has also started to work with Almond and is as unlikely as Braide- Jethro Tull’s Ian Anderson.

Anderson adds flute to Almond’s most well
known songs as well as recent single Lords of Misrule and a cover of Tull’s Witches Promise.

This is a good document of where Almond has been in recent years. It does all the things live Records traditionally did- hypes the recent records and brings old fans up to speed, while providing an overview to more casual fans. So hardly essential but nothing wrong with that.

Album Review- Tindersticks

 Tindersticks were a band I didn’t immediately like. I heard their first album out of the gate. I did come around, and would say they are a favorite band. To the point, I consider their third album Curtains one of my all time favorites.

Nick Cave was always a touch point for the band - baritone voice and dramatic lyrics. Of course, any deeper listening revealed there was more to it. There was always a bit of Leonard Cohen, and for that matter, a bit of Lee Hazelwood to the band.

For a band that seemed to take root with the British indie movement of the 90s, they have had an incredible run. I don’t think there really are much in the way of ‘down moments’ for the band or even Stuart Staples solo career.

That said, 2019’s No Treasure But Hope was a surprise- their best album in over 20 years. An all time tearjerker in “The Amputees”, going full Scott Walker in “Pinky in the Daylight” and “See My Girls” a paranoid build up that achieves a new level in terror in the band’s discography. The band are hitting on all cylinders again.

2021’s Distractions feels like a logical next step. I would say it’s a less accessible record with only seven songs but a 47 minute running time. Add to it that three of the songs are covers.

It likely doesn’t get better than the opening track - the original 11 minute Man Alone -a pulsating workout that will probably the closest we get the Tindersticks to doing No Wave. A continuation of the bands previous move from early career romance to cinematic menace. (Almost every reviewer has made some mention of this being a “Covid” record and though the band had to be nimble, I don’t think their artistic vision here would have been changed in any way).

The selection of Television Personalities’ You’ll Have To Scream Louder is inspired. Already a great late 70s post punk Mute Records song, Staples captures all of that to make it his own.

Neil Young’s A Man Needs A Maid and Dory Previn’s Lady With The Braid are well picked covers too. Still, I think they add to this album to be ‘for the fans’. Distractions stands as the next step in the path for the band. Newcomers should start elsewhere but longtime fans should still be excited where this band may still go.

Album Review- David Olney and Anana Kaye

 I wasn’t familiar with David Olney when he passed in January of last year.

Streaming services and internet certainly help fill out those blanks. I don’t think it’s an insult to say Olney was an under appreciated singer songwriter in a genre full of same.

Olney was a successful songwriter though and his style resembles his friends and peers who sang his songs like Steve Earle, Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell- the next generation of Townes Van Zandt influenced writers (Olney and Townes were mutually appreciative), and a ton of their unheralded brethren like Tom Russell and Buddy Miller.

Like so many talented Americana tinged singers, comparisons are hard and don’t do justice, but it is also what we do to get people to listen to unfamiliar music.

John Hiatt is probably a good comparison. Olney released most of his records for Rounder (and its folk imprint Philo) and he’s definitely in line with the roster of Iris DeMint, Bill Morrissey and Ray Wylie Hubbard. I detect a bit of Joe Ely in him too.

A solid back catalog might not have prepared me for Whispers and Sighs as good, even as his recent work was.

Olney sings as if he knows the end is coming on the posthumous 2021 release paired with east European folk singer Anana Kaye. Not that he needed the extra gravitas, but at 71, his voice resembles a latter Leonard Cohen; and he knows it. At time, he leans in for his best Tom Waits. The effect can be other worldly.

Olney seems the focus but even when Kaye takes vocals on her own like the title track or the Franks Wild Yearseque Thank You Note, there is no effect or change in the mood or tune of the album. A mood that is most unlikely a strand of country goth. Even at its most conventional- the mostly Kaye sung songs Why Cant We Get This Right and My Last Dream of You fit into Americana territory with no detour in quality.

Given enough time spent listening, it’s hard not to appreciate it all, but it is certainly Olney’s turns that are the most instantly compelling. My Favorite Goodbye is perfect in near every way- a song that fits comfortably with the likes of Townes, Hiatt and Zevon. Then later comes The World We Used to Know evoking wars past and dialing up the dramatics, Lie to Me Angel which rock and rolls, and the Great Manzini which matches Richard Thompson style lyrics to an ethereal melody.

With credit as well to Richard Dodd (engineer of Tom Petty's Wildflowers and Jimmy Duck Holmes's Cypress Grove, cellist for the Foo Fighters, Iggy Pop and Smashing Pumpkins to name a few. He literally has worked in some capacity with a who’s who of the top country, rock, rap, blues and Christian artists), this is destined to be a cult album with raves from anyone lucky enough to hear it.

Album Review- Too Much Joy

 One of the more unexpected reunions of the Covid era was Too Much Joy.

TMJ were one of my favorite bands of the Nineties. The band had a reputation in my college town (no surprise that they made an impact where they went. MTV would later extensively cover the band performing As Nasty As They Wanna Be in Broward County and the band’s Wikipedia reads as a series of pranks and stunts).

I actually first heard them on MTV as they crossed over with a cover of LL Cool J’s “That’s A Lie”. Son of Sam I Am was a fun romp hitting every note correct in the otherwise difficult world of joke rock.

1991’s Cereal Killers, the follow up, was much more traditional musically. It was peak 91- college rock defined in the vein of REM and the dbs and all that jangle pop afterwards- Connells, Judybats, Let’s Active, Game Theory and the like. (Like REM, TMJ also had their own KRS1 cameo) Whereas they were always going to be labeled joke rock and constantly compared to the Dead Milkmen (and other contemporary peers like Mojo Nixon and Dread Zeppelin), it’s actually a strangely accessible and very clever record.

I was not impressed with 92’s Mutiny- which was poised to follow up on their success and take them to the next level. Allmusic confers 4.5 stars on that record but it did not connect with me or a bigger audience.

I did eventually pick up 96s Finally- the return to the studio following being dropped from Giant Records. I consider it one of the worst records that I own.

Revisiting TMJ feels like reuniting with a high school friend. I undoubtedly listened to Cereal Killers as much or more than Out of Time.

It’s hard not to compare the band’s career to the Barenaked Ladies- a band with similar goofy ideas who ended up in arenas. I can think of a dozen reasons that one made it and the other didn’t, but it does speak to the unpredictability of things.

I have also recently pulled out Fluting On The Hump- another record I haven’t listened to and hardly given any thought to for 20+ years. With time in the mirror, there’s a lot of similarity in TMJ to King Missile, especially lyrically.

2021’s Mistakes Were Made is probably best explained as being exactly what it is. It’s audience should begin and end with diehard fans from the band’s heyday. That said, it’s a decent enough record- a fun record that is at least worth the time to listen, and then invoke a nostalgic dive into the bands other records.

Album Review: Passenger- Songs for the Drunk and Broken Hearted

One of my favorite artists of the new century is Michael Rosenberg doing business as Passenger.

Rosenberg will always be overshadowed by his 2012 smash hit “Let it Go” as much as his friendship with Ed Sheehan.

Making the radio a slightly better place in the 201xs with artists like Vance Joy and George Ezra that made soft rock that played into the Mumford/Lumineers/Ray LeMontagne folk tinged pop trend of the day and drew off a tradition of everyone from Jack Johnson to Jamie Cullum to David Gray

Which is to say, Passenger isn’t very “hip”. But he is talented and for me the truest heir to the 70s songwriting of Cat Stevens and Paul Simon. All the Little Lights besides containing his hit is a complete album- sometimes funny as the closer “I Hate” and as poignant as “Let Her Go”.

I fell in love with that single early, when it looked to be an Adult Alternative hit and watched it bloom to a best seller. I’ve followed him closely since.

I thought 2014’s follow up Whispers was a strong statement -pretty much in the same vein- surely would have made him a hero in the coffee house genre.

Passenger has been prolific since and his quality has suffered with that output (in my eyes, there’s nothing on par with the two previously mentioned albums). With proper albums, streaming and fan-directed output, he’s put out at least one album’s worth of songs each year.

Perhaps the album title Songs for the Drunk and Broken Hearted gives it away. It is also probably cliche but it’s a post break up record, not to mention a ‘Covid’ record. In any case, it’s holds together quite well.

With an ear for melody, the songs are perfect for (some probably nonexistent) alternate Top 40 radio station. For fans, it is probably the best song by song statement he’s ever made.

Album Review- Alice Cooper- Detroit Stories

It might not be obvious, but I’m a big Alice Cooper fan. In fact, I am always interested when he releases a new album.

Cooper isn’t Bowie, but like peers like Iggy Pop, he has navigated a path that veers between his passions and possible chart success. I’m serious when I say I do look forward to all he does. I’m probably more disappointed than not, but especially the early oughts were fruitful for Cooper. Whether inspired by the garage rock revival or something else, he was returning to creative highs, particularly on ‘05s Dirty Diamonds. Which is to be expected for anyone in the business as long as he has been (say Prince, Lou Reed), in place of solid albums, you could find patches of good songs. 2011’s Welcome 2 My Nightmare was one of the better albums with some good songs done in by the expected size of albums that arrived with Compact Discs.

Which brings me to Detroit Stories- an album that has probably generated the most buzz of a Cooper album in 25 years.

It’s hard not to like just on principle. It’s a love letter to Alice Cooper’s hometown and he does it right. The main band here is a Detroit supergroup - Wayne Kramer of the MC5, Johnny Bedjanek who played on the classic Mitch Ryder hits and bass hero Paul Randolph.

Detroit is everywhere. The choice of covers by Outrageous Cherry, Bob Seger & the Last Herd and MC5 (as well as a cover Velvet Underground’s “Rock N Roll” - a big hit for Mitch Ryder in 1972) The lyrics of “Detroit City” which is a history of the city (from Iggy, Nugent and Suzi Quatro to Kid Rock and Insane Clown Posse).

Of course, Cooper is as much of that city’s history as well- so it’s noted that Bob Ezrin is producing and the living members of the classic Alice Cooper Band (Bruce, Dunaway, Smith) appear for two songs. Other guests include Steve Hunter (who played on so many classic Cooper singles, not to mention Ryder’s “Rock N Roll”, which Lou Reed liked so much, he took him for his band) Grand Funk Railroad’s Mark Farner (and not as far as I know Detroit related) Joe Bonnamassa Sister Sledge, and U2’s Larry Mullen Jr.

Buoyed by generally glowing reviews, I have to say I’m extremely happy to see Alice back in the news.

But the album? I don’t really love it. Ezrin does what he has always done for Alice which is make catchy songs. I will undoubtedly play it constantly for the next month and sing the songs in the shower. But I don’t love it.

Go Man Go is a big dumb rock song that Iggy could have recorded. Independence Dave is more formulaic Cooper. Neither quite hits the mark it should.

Cooper is the showman on $1000 HighHeel Shoes and the Faustian strut of Wonderful World. They’re fine but they really don’t have enough menace. Lead single Our Love Will Change the World does a bit better. As unlikely as it is, the psychedelic pop is a pretty good fit for Cooper. As is album closer, East Side Story. One of Seger’s early hits, this garage rock stomper pretty much needs to be delivered as written. The narrator a bit of a Cooper antihero to begin with. It’s as if Seger predicted the Cooper script in 1966.

For me, my other favorite song is the most unlikely- the Anti-suicide PSA “Hanging on a Thread.” Coincidentally, this is Steve Hunter’s biggest moment on the album. It is totally 80s Glam (it would probably fit easily on 91s Vai and Satriani augmented Hey Stoopid). Those are really the only songs on the album that really gel completely for me. Not a bad album then but like his last couple, falling just a bit short.

Overall, no disappointment from me that Alice is getting attention. Still, I’m already waiting for the next one.

Album Review- The Alarm- WAR

The Alarm came up in discussion on a vinyl group and I felt I was being clever when I said they occupied the space metaphorically and literally between London Calling and The Joshua Tree. This will sound like feint praise, but every band (particularly those with a political bent) falls under the shadows of those titans. To the Alarm’s credit, they had a strong run of singles, and it’s quite possible that songs like “The Stand” sound even better today. The heyday of The Alarm ended with one of their most accessible singles “Sold Me Down The River”. In the days where college rock was dominated by a certain Joshua Tree-era U2/REM influenced anthemic Americana rock, this new Alarm sound likely should have taken over the airwaves, but only lent bands like the Alarm, the Call, and the Smithereens a dedicated cult following. The Alarm never really went away as Mike Peters seemingly took a break in the mid -90s but hasn’t rested much since. As someone who writes criticism of music, WAR is hard to hate. It is quite obvious intended as an album for the fans. For those who preordered, the Alarm mailed out blank CDRs so people could download the songs as soon as they were completed The album was started in January 7 and released on February 25. So it’s a very quick, very topical record. Personally, I think that is quite risky. Even with a talented artist such as Neil Young dropping his “Living With War”- you have those risks. So, it’s really hard to criticize this album, which is dedicated for the diehards. Pitchfork isn’t going to spend much time on a 40 year old band and it’s not like I’m not going to drop “Rain in the Summertime” on the occasional playlist. I will just stick with saying this one isn’t going to be an album I am likely to revisit. The lyrics already sound a bit dated (“2020 problems”) and the bands shout out loud anthems seem closer to Bon Jovi than anything that was played on 120 Minutes. Still, albums like this are always nice to see musical talent still kicking and another classic Alarm single could still show up around the corner.

Album Review- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!- New Fragility

I’m nostalgic for the music of 2003-2004.

It’s not supposed to be like that. Music is youthful nostalgia, maybe even rediscovering history. It would be a stretch to call me a youth in 2003.

But it was an exciting time for music and the two bands at the top of the list for me were The Arcade Fire and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.

It wasn’t just those two. A quick glimpse back reveals many interesting debuts- some monumental, others sleds celebrated but equally noteworthy.

The Killers. Franz Ferdinand. Bloc Party. The Editors. The Thermals. Danger Mouse. British Sea Power. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The Go Team. The Rapture. The Darkness and undoubtedly some I have forgotten.

Then too, many artists who seemed to be at the height of their powers (White Stripes, Green Day, Radiohead, Wilco, The Strokes, OutKast, Interpol, Peaches, The Libertines, etc)

But those two bands I first mentioned really symbolize that time for me. Both seemed to be fairly universally loved and both seemed very ambitious and different from most anything else.

While Arcade Fire has remained acclaimed, CYHSY! quietly has disappeared. Follow up Some Loud Thunder got mixed reviews (and an unappealing cover) but I did enjoy it, and most everything else has been off most people’s radar until 2021’s New Fragility.

Perhaps even then, it may have gone unnoticed had it not been released in music-starved February and was preceded by a ton of the band’s early bonus tracks released to streaming services (including the worthwhile 2009 Flashy Python album).

Initial listens may thrill the listener with nostalgia, but quickly, it becomes apparent that Alec Ounsworth was probably never going to be a pop star. This album feels different because it is different. The band is largely Ounsworth now and critics will point out setbacks in his personal life, but what that means for the listener is an album that is more in the mold of the great intimate indie singer-songwriter album, and less a bid to be the next Talking Heads.

None of which is to imply it isn’t an accessible album (it is quite accessible) or it will have an appeal to everyone. Or it doesn’t get loud (check out Innocent Weight) or go the traditional ballad route (Mirror Song).

Maybe more than most records, mileage will truly vary, and with perspective, this disc is probably closer to the more recent work of Ezra Furman (raw lo-fi and punk inspired folk) than it is to some of those heroes of ‘04, but it is a worthy listen and a nice return of a once again vital artist.

Album Review- Steve Earle - JT

 

I was late to Justin Townes Earle. There’s probably two reasons- neither good. First, I am admittedly resistant to famous children of musicians. A dumb prejudice that I started to break with Harper Simon. Second, I was expecting JT to be similar to his dad. 

He couldn’t be more different. Both are definitely “alt country” but different styles completely. Whereas Steve came through Nashville radio and trailblazers a genre created by Willie Nelson and David Allen Coe, JT inhabited a genre that is closer defined by Whiskeytown and Drive By Truckers, adjacent to musicians like Colter Wall and Hayes Carll and drawing more modern esoteric influences like Tom Waits 

Ironically, JTs music sounds older. He seems to draw from Hank Williams as well as old bluesmen, roots rock and certainly his namesake Townes Van Zandt. 

It is selfish and trivial perhaps to mourn a lost artist and the loss of any potential new art (selfish and trivial compared to the real pain of the family and friends dealing with the loss) but it is also real. 

You can’t really review an album like this. One can and one does, because it’s what we do but critiquing for example, Nick Cave or Mount Eerie’s output seems a bit crass. 

As a Steve Earle fan, having seen him do tributes to Guy Clark and Townes Van Zandt, the JT tribute seems obvious. Of course, you would want it to be under different circumstances (and it’s hard to imagine what those would be without being patronizing to the sons career while it was still on the ascent). 

But we discuss music here, so I’m going to discuss music. JT is a really enjoyable record.  Yes, without a doubt, Steve is a veteran who knows his way around a song, but I think the real hero is Justin who crafted some classic songs. In just little over a decade of recorded music, he was able to write more than a few gems. 

At first listen, the styles of father and son are different and that seems like a strike against the project. 

That impression clears pretty quickly. Maybe it even becomes a strength. The cover of Harlem River Blues sounds like a celebration. The original a descendant of No One Gets Out of This World. Both are deceptively upbeat, but Justin Townes is a folky jaunt worthy of his namesake. Both versions are incredible and timeless. 

The Saint of Lost Causes works well as a traditional country song. The real shame that it was written too late to be covered by Johnny Cash. It is the kind of song that Steve can lean into. Once again, the original exists in this spot that transcends genre. Is it alt country? It could very well be indie. Or appeal to Adult Album Alternative. 

As recounted in the press for Ghosts of West Virginia, the son wrote a John Henry song before the father did. That’s here of course. 

Musically, the album reminds me of Train A Comin. Whether others will hear that, I’m not sure, but that album is a collection of early Steve Earle songs and a few covers. It hangs together as a beginning to end piece, and I think the JT album does too. 

The album ends with the original Last Words. Regardless what you think of Steve, he had reconciled with his son, and this song which recounts their last conversation is raw. It’s a fitting tribute to a lost talent. 

Album Review: Lee Rocker - Gather Round

 I’m a rockabilly fan and The Stray Cats are the most successful rockabilly artist of my lifetime. I’m a fan, of course, and generally like Brian Setzer’s solo albums (more big band than rockabilly). But if you really want to get me going, talk to me about Lee Rocker’s solo career.

Rocker, of course is best known for playing bass in the Stray Cats. He had a detour with band mate Slim Jim Phantom and Bowie guitarist Earl Slick (the two Phantom Rocker and Slick albums have been re-released. They’re ok. They just couldn’t sound anymore 80s).

Rocker’s career includes a stint on Alligator Records, and like many in the genre, he’s dipped heavy into classic cover songs. That said, I can’t think of many albums better (rockabilly or otherwise) than 2007’s Black Cat Bone.

Gather Round is the first album of Rocker original songs since then. Not that he hasn’t been busy. 2019’s The Low Road was a CD/DVD combo of the Cats greatest hits recorded at Daryl Hall’s famous studio. That same year, the Cats reunited and released ‘40’, their first new album in 26 years. Hardly essential, it was fun, and a reminder that music is better with the Stray Cats around than the alternative.

I should avoid comparisons with the Cats’ recent disc, but Gather Round at least seems like the more interesting album. Lead single “Pickin and Grinnin’” is a dig at a charismatic recent ex-President. Graceland Auction is the Elvis homage. When Nothing Goes Right is off the recent Cats album and Everyone Wants To Be A Cat sounds like it could have been (it’s the Scatman Carothers song from The Aristocats, I believe retrofitted as a cousin to Stray Cat Strut). Ophelia is the Band song with a bit of a 1920s jazz swing vibe. The Last Offline Lovers has novelty lyrics but swaggers like a barroom classic. A Dirty Martini is an instrumental that might be closer to what solo Setzer is doing.

For a genre that is fairly straight and narrow, Rocker has once again put together a record that has a lot of variety and fairly ambitious; if nothing else, truly enjoyable.