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<\/a>This album takes me to the limits of my musical reference points. I guess you could say it is Americana in the most literal sense; taking inspiration not only from country but also roots-rock, folk, gospel, and bluegrass, with a big dollop of dirty blues.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
When I slipped the CD into the slot and \u201cThe End\u201d wrapped itself around my unsuspecting brain, I immediately thought of Dr. John but then the second tune \u201cAin’t No Love\u201d kind of spun me around with a slightly Roger Waters vibe to it. Their distinctive roots-oriented sound lives in a world apart from the pure forms of the genres upon which it may draw but packages it in a way that even glunk philistines like me can latch on to.<\/p>\n
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Upbeat stompers \u201cMountain Song\u201d and \u201cFeast of Snakes\u201d nestle perfectly with the slower southern slide guitar led of \u201cLouisiana\u201d, while Rob barks like a Saint Bernard on the heart string pulling \u201cShipwrecked\u201d making Tom Waits sound like a sweet choir boy in the process.<\/p>\n
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At a stretch, for simple folk like me, the penultimate track \u201cIn The City\u201d, makes me think of Tyla at his most down and dirty, draining the last drop from a bottle of acid-tainted whiskey.<\/p>\n
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I’ll leave you with a word to the wise, this is simply the album that Whiskeytown should have made to follow \u201cStrangers Almanac\u201d and one of the best albums I’ve heard so far this year.<\/p>\n