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Mark B The UnknownSe flere produkter fra AmazonProducer Mark B and MC Blade hail from South London, England. Their debut, The Unknown is a concept album (without arty pretensions) aiming to celebrate home-grown hip-hop. Conceived as a call to arms, Mark B and Blade's collaboration deserve plaudits outside US comparison. Alongside, Big Dada's Gamma they have mounted a rap attack on hip-hop's dumbed-down status quo with an album that is lyrically and sonically superb. Although the subject matter may be monotonous for most (the under-appreciation of UK hip-hop), the delivery certainly is not. Though elderly (in UK hip-hop terms), Blade's baritone breath control is timeless. He rhymes with a furrowed brow straight across battle-scarred lines, assaulting conformists on "From The Wordlab" or criticising the music industry's predilection for fads on "Ya Don't See The Signs". The ever-prolific Mark B profits from eccentricity; for him all music from Polish folk music to Elmer Bernstein-style brass is relevant. His desire to search and utilise the ultimate but strangest breaks marks him out as an innovative talent who can produce world-class state of the art hip-hop. Listening to their signature tunes, The Unknown is an affirmation of this: Blade is the everyman tripped up by life's ups and downs, chasing his demons and flitting in and out of reveries. Instead of providing a melody that stinks of dank basement isolation in the manner of such arch-miserabilists as Company Flow, Mark B provides a tidal wave of sublime funk and choppy beats and he does it over and over again. The Unknownis a great album that proves (again) that quality UK hip-hop is not a contradiction in terms. -- Maxine Kabuubi Fragt: Ukendt! |
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XTC A Coat of Many CupboardsSe flere produkter fra AmazonOnly a band like XTC--always there but never part of the furniture--could come up with a title as absurd and yet as appropriate as A Coat Of Many Cupboards. While most artists would go to extraordinary lengths to keep their old musical doodles and rejects locked away from prying ears, XTC are only too happy to hand over the keys and show you all the secret compartments. Fortunately, this four CD box set of hitherto unheard home recordings, studio demos, aborted singles, album outtakes and drunken japes as well as TV appearances, radio broadcasts and--in the case of Dukes Of Stratosphear--psychedelic charades makes for a fine old rummage through 15 years of their pop laundry. Thus, it's interesting to hear an extra verse in an early run through the bible-belt-bothering "Dear God" ("see 'em singing holy songs and start piling up the neutron bombs") or contemplating how much better, judging by Andy Partridge's home demo, "Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead" could have sounded if they hadn't tagged on that E Street Band harmonica. Baffling, too, to hear how three songs from Drums and Wires were re-recorded as potential follow-ups to their first chart hit "Making Plans For Nigel" but were ignored in favour of the dreary and--seeing as it sunk without trace--prophetically titled "Wait 'Til Your Boat Goes Down". Although comparisons to The Beatles became commonplace in later years, there was something about those early tunes--reading comics in bed on "Science Friction", wanting to be with "all my chums" on "Meccanik Dancing" and partaking of "nuts and crisps and c-c-c-cola on tap" at Church hall youth social events on "Life Begins At The Hop"--that was rather more Enid Blyton's Famous Five than Fab Four. But they did share some of the Moptops goonish wit, as evidenced by "Shaving Brush Boogie" from 1982's much-bootlegged Drunken Jam Sessions, although the public really ought to have heard the marvellous Hawkwind needlework tribute "Silver Sewing Machine". That this belated archaeological anthology will outsell most of Fragt: Ukendt! |
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John Squire Time Changes EverythingSe flere produkter fra AmazonTo say that Time Changes Everything has been a long time coming would be an understatement. And for John Squire, time does indeed change everything--the band line-ups perhaps more than anything else. Whereas his previous incarnation--the doomed Seahorses--had perhaps three (well, three and a half) moments of genius ("Love Is the Law", etc) with a clutch of turgid, tuneless insults filling up the rest of the album--his debut solo effort is a much more balanced affair. Whether that is a good thing or not is debatable. Working closely with coproducer of the Stone Roses' Second Coming (another long-awaited Squire disappointment), the most immediate thing about Time Changes Everything is hearing Squire's voice for the first time--it growls like a whiskey-drowned Van Morrison and is both surprising and engaging. The tunes, about "country boys" and "the eye of a hurricane" are, if nothing else, original (for Squire) but it sounds at times like his voice influenced this style of music more than the other way round. Rootsy, American influenced warblings such as "I Miss You" and the heartfelt "Time Changes Everything" are winners, even if they are strangely familiar in that way that makes you think you've heard all of Proud Mary's songs before. It's interesting, but lacking the genius (or glimpses of it) that has characterised and redeemed his past projects. --Ben Johncock Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Paul Westerberg Stereo/MonoSe flere produkter fra AmazonStereo / Mono is presented as a double-album collaboration by two artists--former Replacements singer-songwriter Westerberg and a rock group called Grandpaboy. In truth, of course, Grandpaboy is Westerberg himself--for whatever reason, most likely the self-consciousness of middle age, the man who helped invent modern alternative rock & roll no longer feels entirely comfortable with the idiom. This division is altogether unnecessary--Replacements' albums, and Westerberg's solo efforts, have always accommodated both sides of Westerberg's character, the balladeer and the rock & roller, without either sounding uncomfortable. But it's nevertheless welcome, as it means twice the amount of music--and this is Westerberg in fine form. Like its predecessor, 1999's cruelly overlooked masterpiece Suicaine Gratifaction, Stereo was recorded at Westerberg's Minneapolis home (indeed, the only thing wrong with the album is that Westerberg occasionally overdoes the wilfully amateurish authenticity--a couple of tracks end mid-song because that's where the tape ran out). He was clearly aiming to create something raw and honest, and he's done it: the ballads on Stereo are suitably reflective and lonely, and the punky rave-ups on Mono bristle with the exuberance of a garage rehearsal. --Andrew Mueller Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Go Whatcha Doin'Se flere produkter fra AmazonThe Stooges and MC5 started the Motor City's musical revolution in the late '60s with an approach to rock & roll that was primal, raw, and utterly untamed. Sure it was fueled as much by illicit substances as social revolt, but in this nasty, distorted mess was the nascence of punk rock. While the Go, Detroit's latest bunch of ill-coiffed garage-rock malcontents, don't exactly espouse the same sort of social revolution MC5 once rallied around, musically they fly their freak flag with the same snot-nosed vigor. Whatcha Doin' is exactly what primitive R&B-rock & roll sounds like in the hands of five young white boys who have a keen appreciation of fuzz-toned guitars and a knack for great hooks. The production, courtesy of Outrageous Cherry's Matthew Smith, is as raunchy and retro as the band's old-school rave-ups and definitely highlights the vocals and buzzing guitars over the simple, sloppy rhythm section. It would be too easy to peg the Go as merely derivative throwbacks if the songs weren't so damn infectious. Nearly every tune is brimming with an undeniably catchy chorus, turning every rough nugget into a gleaming gem. --Adem Tepedelen Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Yes Open Your EyesSe flere produkter fra AmazonAfter some extremely confusing personnel shake-ups, the 1997 Yes configuration--including classic members Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Chris Squire, and Alan White, plus new keyboardist Billy Sherwood--emerged with this surprisingly strong effort that manages to maintain Yes's familiar prog-rock sound without making the band sound like a museum piece. New numbers like "New State of Mind", "Open Your Eyes", and "Fortune Seller" blend the band's progressive inclinations with solidly crafted melodies that place them among the band's catchiest creations. --Scott Schinder Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Queens of the Stone Age Songs for the DeafSe flere produkter fra AmazonOn Songs for the Deaf, core Queens of the Stone Age members Nick Oliveri and Josh Homme, with the help of like-minded consorts Dave Grohl and Mark Lanegan, balance pure guitar-induced carnage with more complex, though no less aggressive, speed rock that whips by so fast it creates its own breeze. The disc explodes with "You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire", a toxic squall of power chords and now-classic Oliveri death howls. It's here the album's recurring concept/conceit is introduced, as a generic-sounding announcer from LA's "Clone" radio spits out some psychobabble reinforcing the tired if true cliché that commercial radio stinks. Similar mock broadcasts surface elsewhere, but they're easily forgivable, given the bounty on offer. Homme-powered tracks dominate--the lurching, weirdly springy single "No One Knows" is a kind of "Monster Mash" for grown-ups; the vocal harmony-driven "The Sky Is Falling" is almost dreamy until a small army of guitars surge to the front lines to begin firing. And a lyrically winking hidden track, "Mosquito Song", is either an in-joke of ridiculous proportions or a declarative statement about the level of musicianship lurking just beneath the quaking veneer of the Queens' sound. Either way, genuine excitement comes early and often on Songs for the Deaf. It's a remarkable achievement--a hard rock record so good that it immediately evokes a conspiratorial fervour that makes you want to tell everyone you can about it. Er, job done. --Kim Hughes Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Marti Pellow Between the CoversSe flere produkter fra AmazonJudging by the boudoir innuendo of the title and Marti Pellows' dashingly ruffled appearance on the sleeve (the shagged-out Financial Advisor on-the-pull look), Between the Covers could be misinterpreted as an album aimed at maturer ladies who hanker after cheeky chappies but who'd probably rather prefer an unproblematic night in with the choccies and a pulp weepie. Actually, Between the Covers--cover versions of some of Marti Pellow's favourite songs, from James Taylor and Stevie Wonder through to such curmudgeonly charmers as Leonard Cohen is neither stuffed with blushing love odes nor does it pretend to be a jolly Robbie Williams-type thing. The former Wet Wet Wet pin-up has had his ups-and-downs but his stoical re-emergence and fresher state of mind is reflected, rather obviously, in numbers such as Paul Weller's "Brand New Start", the Beatles' "Don't Let Me Down" and Bill Withers' "Grandma's Hands"; songs that either espouse optimism or the probity of loyalty, friendship and familial strength. While Pellow's stark version of Joni Mitchell's "River" ("an optimistic song" he says, "depressing enough to bring tears to the eyes of Santa Claus" says everybody else) is cold and beautiful. Other numbers show a little too much respect (his rendition of the Pretenders' "Brass in Pocket" is as faithful as a nun), but when Pellow grabs a song by the privates and squeezes tightly, as on the blazing, string-drenched soul stomp through Neil Young's previously brittle "Lotta Love" it really is worth it. -- Kevin Maidment Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Joey Ramone Don't Worry About MeSe flere produkter fra AmazonJoey Ramone's posthumous solo debut Don't Worry About Me is, at the very least, evidence of the man's lifelong fidelity to his muse; that beneath Ramone's punk rock battledress of shaggy fringe and tattered leather jacket, there was no trace of a free jazz, hip-hop or folk sensibility patiently waiting for its moment. Which is to say that Don't Worry About Me is barely distinguishable from any late-period Ramones album, and that means, sadly, that it only occasionally rises above mediocrity, and certainly never threatens Rocket To Russia as a cornerstone of the Ramone's formidable musical legacy. The principal selling point here is given away as the opening track--the rousing roasting of the Louis Armstrong chestnut "What A Wonderful World", complete with intro lifted from the Sex Pistols' "Pretty Vacant", would put a foolish smile on the face of a grandfather clock. Unfortunately, it establishes a standard that the desperately average punky rave-ups that constitute the remainder of the album struggle to match. --Andrew Mueller Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Michelle McManus The Meaning of LoveSe flere produkter fra AmazonThe unlikely but nevertheless welcome winner of Pop Idol 2003, the Scottish Cass-Elliot-like Michelle McManus is ill-served by some of the material and an awful lot of the presentation on her debut album The Meaning of Love. But that's surely par for the course: depending on one's viewpoint, Pop Idol's "viewer's choice" methodology is either a healthy, consumer-enfranchising democratisation of mainstream popular music or merely another way of cynically spoon-feeding the masses the opium they've already grown accustomed to. In winning Pop Idol, McManus defied existing stereotypes and thus deserves something a little more inventive than some of this prescriptive whitewash. She's been let down. Every potential nuance of individuality and spirituality on The Meaning of Love (standard themes are make-ups and break-ups, but this is no Pet Sounds) is smothered as the songs are shoehorned into an easy-listening straitjacket. So, poor Michelle can only sound polite when singing "Sometimes I'm mad and break something" on "Emotional" when she ought to sound like she's hurling the crockery around in a fit of anger. While the tunes are serviceable (it isn't hard to imagine the Bee Gees performing "Say It Isn't So") and the production is as smooth as an infant's rear only the hit single "All This Time" and the title track (slightly gospel, slightly Caledonian, slightly Lena Martell) fit her personality. -- Kevin Maidment Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Original Soundtrack Tin CupSe flere produkter fra AmazonThis classy spinoff from the Kevin Costner golf comedy could be the real deal. Rather than oldies or pick-me-ups, this soundtrack features all -new tunes from a marquee cast led by Bruce Hornsby, Mary-Chapin Carpenter, Chris Isaak, Shawn Colvin, Jimmy Vaughan, and George Jones. --Jeff Bateman Fragt: Ukendt! |
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James Blunt All the Lost SoulsSe flere produkter fra AmazonIn 2005, James Blunt was everybody's favorite overnight success story. In 2007, he's the guy who's making rock meaningful again. All the Lost Souls, the sophomore effort from the Brit responsible for restoring the seriousness of "beautiful" as a compliment, brims with big build-ups, epic-sounding ballads, and lyrics to lose yourself in. The vibe, laid out neatly on first single and opening track "1973", is clear-eyed and heavy-hearted; in anybody over 35, it'll produce nostalgia tempered by hopefulness. Here's a set that suggests rock has got its head screwed on straight again, that the path to real feelings need not necessarily be led by Norah Jones. In anybody younger, it'll cause the unsinkable suspicion that a lot of modern balladeers should be digging deeper. But in both cases it will satisfy. Compared with David Gray and Damien Rice last time out, this time Blunt seems to owe a debt to Barry Gibb--his voice quavers as sweetly and with the same delicate reach. Stand-outs on a brief but dud-less set include "I Really Want You," in which the sound of Blunt's breaking heart is set sparely and elegantly to something approximating the chirp of a cricket, the poignant and desperate "Give Me Some Love", and the VH-1 ready "Same Mistakes." - Tammy La Gorce Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Blur 13Se flere produkter fra AmazonIt all begins with a music-box noise, not entirely unlike the beginning of Trumpton (you know, the kids' programme with the curiously named firemen). Welcome to yet another new identity for Blur. Gone are the caricatures of bed-and-breakfast owners and bankers, the cockernee knees-ups, football and pub laddisms. 13 is the starkest, most personal Blur album ever, going further in the direction the previous self-titled album hinted at. Dealing, for the most part, with frontman Damon Albarn's broken relationship with Elastica's Justine Frischmann, it's as if Blur have ripped their heart out and left the bloody mess for all to see. "Tender", with its repetitive cycle of a tune and gorgeous gospel choir, must surely remind you of someone special, while "No Distance Left to Run" is pure, unashamed heartbreak. Relief comes in the form of the sweet, Graham Coxon-penned "Coffee and TV" and "B.L.U.R.E.M.I", which recalls their punkier days. Oh, and "Bugman" appears to have utilised the previously untapped musical properties of a vacuum cleaner. "Country House" this is not. --Emma Johnston Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Original Soundtrack Happy FeetSe flere produkter fra AmazonOutside of Shrek and The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, few kiddie flicks have fed a need to hear certain songs again as effectively. That's in part because of "Song of the Heart," a suitably frisky Prince number you won't find anywhere else. But it also has something to do with the efforts of some unlikely performers. Who knew Brittany Murphy could sing? "Boogie Wonderland," her cover of the '70s classic, crackles with big-voiced confidence, and "Somebody to Love," another classic cover, claws listeners in by the flipper-ful. Even Robin Williams' typically manic "My Way (a Mi Manera)" isn't without its charms. Nicole Kidman's "Kiss" mashed with Hugh Jackman's "Heartbreak Hotel" may be among the disc's weaker moments, but the grown-ups will like it that way--with their kind of star wattage, they're already stealing enough shows. And there's plenty to focus on besides them: standouts include Pink's untethered rendition of "Tell Me Something Good," K.D. Lang's beautiful Beatles medley "Golden Slumbers/The End," and the Beach Boys' underappreciated gem, "Do It Again." --Tammy La Gorce Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Monkees The Monkees Music BoxSe flere produkter fra AmazonAssembled via casting call as American television's answer to the Beatles, the Monkees incurred the wrath of "serious" critics from L.A. to London. But as initially manufactured pop commodities, the band distinguished itself from latter-day pretenders to the throne like The Backstreet Boys with a willful--and sometimes perverse--drive to wrest control of their own musical destiny from the all-star stable of songwriters and producers (including Boyce and Hart, King and Goffin, Mann and Weil, Neil Diamond and Chip Douglas) who made them pop stars. But then, maybe the notoriously frenzied 1960s had something to with it: their artistic legacy in that decade bridged both Don Kirshner and Jack Nicholson; it was Jimi Hendrix who opened for them. Even more unlikely, that legacy had a three-decade-plus staying power well beyond its obvious nostalgic charms. While Rhino has previously reissued and anthologised the Monkees' catalogue to seemingly exhaustive extremes, this four-disc, 99-track compendium (each individually annotated by band members and songwriters in the set's colourful booklet) is the only one that spans their full recorded output. Structured around the A- and B-sides of the band's singles, strong album cuts and outtakes (including three previously unreleased) it's a journey that's both comfortably familiar and occasionally surprising. The band's individual parts are showcased well: Mike Nesmith's tuneful, pioneering country-rock; Davy Jones' Broadway-honed panache; Peter Tork's spirituality and innate musical chemistry; Micky Dolenz' loopiness and occasionally avant-garde instincts. But by the sometimes spotty fourth disc (largely spanning the mid-70s to mid-90s), the band's output was hampered by partial line-ups, part-time commitments and, perhaps ironically, the lack of the very pop song-crafter thoroughbreds who helped establish their legend in the first place. -- Jerry McCulley Fragt: Ukendt! |
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James Blunt All The Lost SoulsSe flere produkter fra AmazonIn 2005, James Blunt was everybody's favorite overnight success story. In 2007, he's the guy who's making rock meaningful again. All the Lost Souls, the sophomore effort from the Brit responsible for restoring the seriousness of "beautiful" as a compliment, brims with big build-ups, epic-sounding ballads, and lyrics to lose yourself in. The vibe, laid out neatly on first single and opening track "1973", is clear-eyed and heavy-hearted; in anybody over 35, it'll produce nostalgia tempered by hopefulness. Here's a set that suggests rock has got its head screwed on straight again, that the path to real feelings need not necessarily be led by Norah Jones. In anybody younger, it'll cause the unsinkable suspicion that a lot of modern balladeers should be digging deeper. But in both cases it will satisfy. Compared with David Gray and Damien Rice last time out, this time Blunt seems to owe a debt to Barry Gibb--his voice quavers as sweetly and with the same delicate reach. Stand-outs on a brief but dud-less set include "I Really Want You," in which the sound of Blunt's breaking heart is set sparely and elegantly to something approximating the chirp of a cricket, the poignant and desperate "Give Me Some Love", and the VH-1 ready "Same Mistakes." - Tammy La Gorce Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Nick Warren Global Underground 24: Nick Warren in ReykjavikSe flere produkter fra AmazonAs the original Massive Attack tour DJ, Bristol's Nick Warren knows a thing or two about stringing a bunch of records together. As Reykjavik #024 shows, this is a man who weaves his cloth from the rumblings of both old and new, finding inspiration in the ponderous and more pumping ends of trance culture. Warren starts the first CD in finely chilled style. Dropping anything from slo-mo ambient to deep quilted dub (check out Boards Of Canada's weird rustic hip-hop melding into the nu-skool malevolence of Justin Simmons' "Helga Moller"), it's a head-nodder's delight. CD2 ups the dancefloor ante and brings together an alarmingly steady supply of top quality trancey prog-house cuts, battling it out for supremacy with hard to define bruisers like the rifftastic white label "Headpusher" from Dream Traveller. Truly, this man is to be trusted. -- Paul Tierney Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Ultrasound Everything PictureSe flere produkter fra AmazonThis album is huge. That might sound a wonderful thing: epic scope, lush arrangements, dizzying eclecticism. But no; Everything Picture, as the name might suggest, is a case of the let's-throw-in-the-kitchen-sink-as-well approach to ambition, and while in the case of the Beta Band, this can lead to some gloriously addled pile-ups, Ultrasound have decided to stretch their few good ideas shamefully thin. Over 102 minutes, and straddling the diverse genres of glam-rock, prog-psychedelia and ambient techno, it stands to reason that Ultrasound should hit the mark a few times. "Stay Young2 is a slow-burning wonder, and the sleek, concise "Same Band" barely sounds like the, uh, same band that's responsible for Everything Picture's bloated forty-minute finale. Sure, Everything Picture has some sweet peaks; so plentiful is the dross, though, it's about as satisfying as fishing for pennies in the dustbin. --Louis Pattison Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Original Soundtrack Spawn - the AlbumSe flere produkter fra AmazonAn ingenious idea: as the darker end of electronica turns up the volume with scant regard for petty glitches like distortion, and the massed ranks of big-shorted proto-industrial metallers discover that, like, a sampler is a really good way of annoying the neighbours, Spawn seeks to unite both tribes with an album of collaborations, all marching under the banner of neo-gothic cinematic ultra-violence. This is a good thing, mainly because it produces some inspired match-ups; Slayer and Atari Teenage Riot's "No Remorse (I Wanna Die)" is the track that was just begging to be written, but elsewhere Metallica's Kirk Hammet adds a whole lot of metal to Orbital's "Satan", and Roni Size teams up with Yank abstractionists Soul Coughing, offering the chopped-up jazz of "A Plane Scraped Its Belly On A Sooty Yellow Moon." Not quite the sum of its parts, but close. --Louis Pattison Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Merle Haggard If I Could Only FlySe flere produkter fra AmazonHaggard's decision to sign with an imprint of the Epitaph label--ho me of Rancid, The Offspring and NoFX, amongst others--may initially seem a curious one. However, the distinguished country veteran has far more in common with these punk outsiders than he does with the vacuous Garth Brooks clones who now masquerade as country singers, and it is to be hoped that this new deal will do for Haggard what an association with Def American did for his friend Johnny Cash. Certainly, If I Could Only Fly sounds like the work of a man reinvigorated. Almost as if he recognises that he might be showcasing his abilities for a new generation, he saunters through a bewildering mix of styles, leavening his straightforward country laments--the title track is as good as any he's written--with a couple of honky-tonk rave-ups and some affecting efforts at torch balladry. His lyrics, as ever, are directly confessional quests for redemption--"Proud To Be Your Old Man" and "I'm Still Your Daddy" tell quite movingly of an ongoing struggle to satisfy the call of the road and the duties of home--and his voice, in the manner of Willie Nelson, is only sounding better with age. Welcome back. --Andrew Mueller Fragt: Ukendt! |
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