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LUKE WINSLOW-KING: EVERLASTING ARMS

(BLOODSHOT RECORDS; 2014)

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Luke Winslow-King is one of those throw-back kinda guys. You know what I mean… he shoulda been born about a century sooner than his birth certidicate indicates (who knows… maybe he was). He epitomizes the sound and style of New Orleans during the Hot Jazz and Dixieland era of the 1920s and ’30s. Then again, maybe he shoulda been born about fifty or sixty years sooner, because his sound is also a lot like those great early ’50s Rhythm and Blues and early rock and roll songs. Or, maybe, we’re happy that he was born into our time period, as he works just about every style of Americana into something completely modern and accessible. Ain’t fate a grand thing?

Luke Winslow-King and Esther Rose King (photo credit: AKASHA RABUT)
Luke Winslow-King and Esther Rose King (photo credit: AKASHA RABUT)

On the first track of his second Bloodshot release, Winslow-King (henceforth referred to as LWK for brevity’s sake), dips into our Southern Gospel past, with a rewrite of Anthony Showalter and Elisha Hoffman’s “Leaning On the Everlasting Arms,” retitled simply “Everlasting Arms” here. LWK’s wife, Esther Rose King, is June to his Johnny, with beautiful backing and harmony vocals, while Ben Polcer adds a cool, rolling piano part, a la Johnnie Johnson (the REAL King of Rock ‘n’ Roll) or Marvin Hughes (he played on early sides by everyone from Johnny Cash and Carl Perkins to Elvis Presley and Wanda Jackson). There’s a certain Squirrel Nut Zippers, almost Hawaiian vibe to the guitar solo, a sound that is visited more than once over the course of the album. “Swing That Thing” is a ramblin’ hillbilly rocker, with a Scotty Moore style guitar sound and Cassidy Holden’s slapped upright bass part. The track has a definite Sun Records sound, coupled with that New Orleans or Harlem Hot Jazz vibe, with elements of Cab Calloway and Fats Waller working through the tune. Another slab of Hot Jazz, “I’m Your Levee Man,” is a slow groove, greasy speakeasy blues. I could imagine Jelly Roll Morton and his Red Hot Peppers blasting this one in some semi-reputable club in New Orleans or from the stage of Harlem’s Cotton Club. Somber jazz music has been a funeral tradition in New Orleans’ black culture for well over a century; “Graveyard Blues,” a minor key dirge has that feel, with marching drums and slowly swinging horns, including a sousaphone (deftly handled by Jon Gross). A great set of lyrics and a nice guitar solo add to the ambiance. “Cadillac Slim” is one of those early rock and roll kinda numbers, with a cool, strolling drum part and horn chart. Think Fats Domino or Bill Haley, with a slick Carl Perkins style guitar solo.

Luke Winslow-King (photo credit: AKASHA RABUT)
Luke Winslow-King (photo credit: AKASHA RABUT)

“La Bega’s Carousel” is a snappy updated Hot Jazz track, with Polcer’s trumpet taking the lead. There’s also a very jazzy, Big Band sort of drum solo and – to top off a great tune – LWK and Esther Rose deliver some of the best harmony vocals on the record. The swampy, slide-driven Robert Johnson blues of “The Crystal Water Springs” is my current favorite from the album, particularly with Benji Bohannon’s interesting drum pattern and interaction with Esther Rose’s washboard. “Wanton Way of Loving” is the most traditional country song on the record and, just to prove the point, it features some rather plaintive fiddle (at least ’til the solo) by Matt Rhody. The song showcases a wispy, haunting Esther Rose lead vocal with LWK backing. “Interlude (As It Goes)” is less than a minute-and-a-half long, but it features a really nice guitar from LWK over Holden’s inventive bass line. It fits well as an introduction to “Last Night I Dreamed My Birthday.” The number is a gently rocking, kinda Uncle Tupelo, No Alternative thing… at least until the slide solo that dominates the final minute or so. There’s a hauntingly beautiful trumpet in the background that adds just the right touch of melancholy.

Luke Winslow-King and Esther Rose King (photo credit: AKASHA RABUT)
Luke Winslow-King and Esther Rose King (photo credit: AKASHA RABUT)

The shameless product placement of “Domino Sugar” is the rockin’est tune here (in a laid back, Jackson Browne kinda way). As the slide (by either Roberto Luti or LWK himself) and a slightly fuzzed lead struggle for dominance, the listener is treated to a true display of the talents brought to bear throughout EVERLASTING ARMS. Another “Interlude,” less than a minute in duration is a dirty, spooky guitar moan that leads into “Home Blues,” a slow burn cauldron of New Orleans style acoustic blues and Hot Jazz. The song is mean and vindictive: “I brought a blues for you/They’ll make you do things you would never do/Blues’ll make you do things you would never do/They’ll make you mean/They will make you cruel/Make you treat your lover like a fool.” Orange Kellin and Rick Trolsen both get solos, on clarinet and trombone respectively. A great sounding track. The album ends with “Traveling Myself,” a jaunty little thing with a chugging, train vibe. It’s the standard “solitary troubadour” thing with an acoustic slide that really brings that lonesome feeling home. EVERLASTING ARMS is available in CD (the version reviewed here) and LP formats. The vinyl version omits “Domino Sugar” and the two short interludes, but… it’s still vinyl, for all of the junkies out there (like me).

DETROIT COBRAS/PUJOL/NIKKI LANE

(June 12, 2014; THE DEMO, Saint Louis, MO)

The Detroit Cobras Saint Louis Poster by James Bratten

This is my first sojourn to the Demo on Manchester Avenue, in the Grove section of the city (which has turned into something of a “Music Row,” with what seems to be a couple dozen live music venues). With a capacity of 200, the Demo is what is known as an “intimate room.” That term also connotes the friendly atmosphere offered by Jake Snyder and his knowledgeable staff. Ben Schulte, the production manager, goes above and beyond to guarantee the best sound possible, insuring a positive experience for both patron and musician. The musicians on this night’s vintage-style anything goes bill is the hard-working rock ‘n’ blues party combo, the Detroit Cobras, the punky Pujol and the real-deal country of Nikki Lane.

Nikki Lane (photo credit: DARREN TRACY)
Nikki Lane (photo credit: DARREN TRACY)

Nikki Lane, in the midst of her first headlining tour, opted to open for this show rather than go up against the proven might of the Cobras. I’m glad she did! By doing so, she has insured that the next time she plays the Lou, the fans will turn out for her. Nikki’s set was short, but very sweet: Three tunes from her just-released sophomore album, ALL OR NOTHIN’, a couple from her debut (2011’s WALK OF SHAME) and a cover of Tom Petty’s “Saving Grace.” Her backing band – they’ve dubbed themselves “Team Thunder,” a name that Nikki abhors – are a well-oiled machine… just wish I woulda remembered to get names! The guitar player, in particular, impressed with a myriad of styles, from hardcore country twang to chugging blues riffs to over-the-top psychedelic soloing. And, let’s not forget the lead singer in the band: Nikki, two albums into what should be a very successful career, certainly commands your attention with her singing (thanks in part, I’m sure, to her deft songwriting talents) and her between song quips and intros. A great set that has me counting down to her next Saint Louis date.

Pujol (Daniel Pujol) (photo credit: DARREN TRACY)
Pujol (Daniel Pujol) (photo credit: DARREN TRACY)

Shifting gears completely, Daniel Pujol and his band (the creatively named Pujol) offered an entirely different view of the Nashville music scene. Daniel’s songs and arrangements are a few cuts above the standard punk sound that you’re likely to hear on any given night at just about any club in the country. Aside from Daniel’s (and his guitar cohort, who’s name I didn’t get) continual shredding (and occasional harmonic duets), the set’s focal point was at the back of the stage: Tiffany Minton was a diminutive dynamo, keeping the beat with arms flailing and her kinetic energy driving the songs at an almost breakneck speed. Pujol’s interesting vocals – kinda like Geddy Lee on helium – were, unfortunately, somewhat lost in the mix, causing a few in the crowd to miss the nuances inherent in his lyrics. The power and musical acumen of the group, thankfully, nullified the problem.

The Detroit Cobras (Dale Wilson and Richie Wohlfeil) (photo credit: DARREN TRACY)
The Detroit Cobras (Dale Wilson and Richie Wohlfeil) (photo credit: DARREN TRACY)

Rachel Nagy, the Detroit Cobras’ powerhouse vocalist, was ready to rock ‘n’ roll. The band blasted through a long set of classic R and B and rock songs, with Rachel front-and-center and longtime band mate, guitarist Mary Ramirez, holding things down on stage left (right in front of improbable scenester and local pain, Beatle Bob). Stage right was occupied by Mary’s guitar counterpart, Reuben Glazer, and bassist Dale Wilson; holding the beat was Richie Wohlfeil, doing more with a simple kit (and a cut in the palm of his hand) than most can accomplish with a set that would make Neil Peart envious. For some unknown reason, the crowd was slow to warm up to the hard working, hard partying vibes coming from the stage, not really getting into the groove until the fourth song, a rare original, “Hot Dog (Watch Me Eat).” That’s something that I’ll find myself pondering for some time to come… all the while basking in the glow of my very first Detroit Cobras show.

NIKKI LANE: ALL OR NOTHIN’

(New West Records; 2014)

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On her sophomore release, Nikki Lane steps up her game with the help of producer (and primary songwriting partner for ALL OR NOTHIN’) Dan Auerbach. The record is filled with plenty of girl power tunes, a couple of “get-even” tunes and even a submissive, “Stand By Your Man” kinda tune; all of them with a sense of fierce urgency that tells you that Ms Lane is not to be trifled with! In short, this ain’t no Taylor Swift fluffy pop country; she’d kick Taylor’s butt! Heck, she’d probably win an over-the-top-rope wrestle royal with Lucinda, Courtney, Miranda, Christina, Neko, Exene, Beyonce and just about any other Diva you could name (except those Blues ladies… nobody messes with them!) That estimation is borne out on the opening track, “Right Time,” a snotty (in a good way) girl power song with a twang and a pedal steel guitar. There’s no doubting who’s in charge with lyrics like, “It’s always the right time/To do the wrong thing.” “Good Man” is a cowgirl group thing, with Spector-ish “Wall of Sound” drumming and glockenspiel a-plenty. It features a more refined vocal twang and restrained pedal steel. The girl group comparison continues with “I Don’t Care.” The song comes off the starting block like “London Calling,” but the vibe quickly coalesces into something closer to the early, angry Elvis (the only Elvis that matters, not the dead fat guy). The organ, acting as more of a percussive instrument, propels the song forward as much as the bass or drums.

You Can’t Talk To Me Like That” is a languid, plaintive country ballad. Aside from a great vocal from Nikki, the track also features an organ part that reminds me of Al Kooper’s work on Dylan’s HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED. And, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. With a PETER GUNN or a private eye movie soundtrack kinda vibe and a cool Tijuana Brass horn chart, “Seein’ Double” is all atmosphere, something rare for that kind of music. On “Love’s On Fire,” producer Auerbach joins Nikki for a real live, honest-to-goodness June and Johnny, Tammy and George, Dolly and Porter country duet. The song begins with minimal accompaniment but, a little over a minute in, it turns into a full blown country barn burner. “All Or Nothin’” is what the First Edition would have sounded like if Thelma Comacho or Mary Arnold sang lead instead of Kenny Rogers. It has a chugging rhythm with great percussion, organ and guitar, particularly the psychedelic solo that plays through to the fade. A driving rock beat and plenty of drawl and twang make “Sleep With a Stranger” a good “get-even” tune, with snark-laced lyrics like, “This would be a good night/To sleep with a stranger.” Lucinda and Neko would definitely approve. The snaky guitar and pedal steel leads add to the snide charm of the track.

Nikki Lane (photo credit: CHUCK GRANT)
Nikki Lane (photo credit: CHUCK GRANT)

Man Up” is another hard-edged empowerment song: “You better get off your ass/You better man up/Or I’m gonna hafta be/The one that gets tough.” It’s kinda like the traditional country that was making the rounds and gaining popularity in the late ’70s and the early ’80s, but with tougher lyrics and more adventurous instrumentation. Jason Pierce (J Spaceman of Spacemen 3 and Spiritualized) is the co-writer on “Out of My Mind.” The tune has more in common with Pierce’s Spacemen 3 work, but with a solid pedal steel lead and a plaintive vocal from Nikki. Fiddle, piano and acoustic guitar add to the lilting country feel. The next track, “Wild One,” would not sound out of place on the first New Riders of the Purple Sage album, with the pedal steel referencing Jerry Garcia’s playing on that record. The rolling bass and nice organ sound highlight an understated vocal performance… a performance which is almost staid compared to the rest of the record. “Want My Heart Back” is a great update on the early ’60s pop sound, with piano, guitar and echoey drums (requisite tympani included) that are reminiscent of the Cascades’ “Rhythm of the Rain.” While ALL OR NOTHIN’ is an upgrade over her excellent WALK OF SHAME debut, the best material here is the stuff she co-wrote with Dan Auerbach. Hopefully, this is a creative team that will stay together for a while. With Lane and Auerbach together, I’m not sure how much better we can expect record number three to be, but I sure can’t wait to find out!

BOBBY BARE, JUNIOR’S YOUNG CRIMINALS’ STARVATION LEAGUE: UNDEFEATED

(BLOODSHOT RECORDS; 2014)

Bobby Bare Jr album

Where do you go after releasing an immaculately imperfect debut like BOO-TAY (featuring the elegantly titled single, “You Blew Me Off”)? Well, if you’re Bobby Bare, Junior (son of legendary Country Music Hall of Famer… wait for it… Tommy Overstreet! Uh… I mean, Bobby Bare), you break up the old band (Bare Junior, natch!), form a new band (the Young Criminals’ Starvation League) and sign with insurgent Americana label, Bloodshot Records. Now, sixteen years after his first release (not counting the duet he did with his Dad when he was only a lad) and with that famous wit and sarcasm still intact, Bare the younger has released UNDEFEATED, a lyrically gritty look at a failed relationship (examined more closely in the documentary, DON’T FOLLOW ME (I’M LOST)); musically, the record is all over the place, just like the previous six full-lengths. It’s also a study in economy: Ten songs in less than 40 minutes.

North of Alabama By Mornin’” opens with a frenzied blast of feedback before settling in with a really cool organ signature. The tune matures into a funky, snaking groove featuring deep-in-the-mix, slightly processed, semi-maniacally ranting vocals. A nice, country-tinged hate ballad follows. “If She Cared” is highlighted by some very nice vocals (lead and backing) over a pretty piano and a lilting bass line. The ultimate “get even” song, “The Big Time,” has a sort of Mexicali feel, complete with mariachi horns and great, sarcastic lyrics: “You’re gonna miss me after I hit the big time/You won’t see me ’round here no more/Gonna get brand new, famous friends.” With a bass line reminiscent of Alice Cooper’s “Halo of Flies,” “Don’t Wanna Know” sounds like a psychedelicized Hoyt Axton tune. The guitars are all over the place, with a solo that goes from a weird twangy thing to a fuzzy freak-out. The vocal melody is one of the best that I’ve heard in a long while; the backing vocals definitely fall into the classic country music sound.

Bobby Bare, Junior (photo credit: JOSHUA BLACK WILKINS)
Bobby Bare, Junior (photo credit: JOSHUA BLACK WILKINS)

The Elegant Imposter” is a minor key country waltz about a former lover (wife?) growing, changing and, ultimately, leaving her partner behind. The album’s title track sounds like an extension – or, more apt, the flip side – of the last song. Despite its name, this is much more of a lonesome, country “tear in my beer” tune which is, inexplicably, highlighted by an awesome tremolo-drenched solo. In a lyrical swerve worthy of the Jim Stafford hit, “My Girl, Bill,” “My Baby Took My Baby Away” is not about the drunken lout that the first verse has you envisioning. Nope, not at all… the litany of items that would generally have gotten the guy kicked out of the house are readily accepted and even considered cute because… it’s the baby, who is adorable, weaving and falling over, bottle in hand and pantless; “Why am I all wrong/But he’s alright,” indeed. The piano intro to “Blame Everybody (But Yourself)” has the same tempo and ragtimey groove as the previous tune, but quickly morphs into a late ’60s “sunshine pop” thing with horns and bright, cheery backing vocals. Lyrically, it seems to be an answer to the last track: “Stop blaming the kid for your problems. Stop blaming me for your problems. Stop blaming the grocer for your problems.” “As Forever Became Never Again” is another of those Hoyt Axton-sounding rock and roll songs, with a pounding rhythm section, rolling piano and some very cool guitar parts, making it my favorite UNDEFEATED track. Lobbying to dethrone that one for album supremacy is the closing track, “Don’t Stand At the Stove.” This one has everything; it’s a swirling cacophony of sounds and styles, with a percolating rhythm, chunky organ, a scratchy guitar part that turns into a Big Country kinda thing, and hypnotic falsetto vocals.

Bobby Bare, Junior (photo credit: JOSHUA BLACK WILKINS)
Bobby Bare, Junior (photo credit: JOSHUA BLACK WILKINS)

The press release calls UNDEFEATED a “breakup album” but, Bare, in his inimitable, self-deprecating style, says that it’s actually “more of a getting-dumped record.” Now, I’ve liked his music since the first time I heard it and I really wouldn’t wish misery on anybody, but, if more albums like the dark, depressing, snarky (and beautiful) UNDEFEATED would result from that misery… Well, Bobby, have I got a lady for you!

THOSE DARLINS: BLUR THE LINE

(OH WOW DANG RECORDS; 2013)

Those Darlins BLUR THE LINE

BLUR THE LINE, the third album from upstart Nashville band Those Darlins, is the ultimate in outsider Americana. Years ago, this music woulda been called “cowpunk.” After the Darlins’ second full-length, SCREWS GET LOOSE, the face of the band changed as co-founder Kelley Anderson left, replaced by Gentleman Jesse and His Men bassist Adrian Barrera. The band’s sound has changed and evolved with each release, from a rollicking country-tinged rockabilly sound on their debut to a more rocking alternative country sound on SCREWS… to a more restrained insanity on this new album, incorporating rockabilly, country, girl group pop, alternative rock and a myriad of other musical styles. The addition of Barrera has given the group a somewhat tougher sound… a – if you’ll pardon the expression – ballsier sound. However, where the Darlins may have attacked the songs with a certain reckless abandon in the past, they may still perform with abandon… just not quite as reckless as on previous releases. How much of this is due to a maturation within the group (or the comings and goings of members) or, as has been posited elsewhere, better production values will undoubtedly be debated at least until the release of their next set. I’m willing to go out on a limb and say that the more controlled attack is a combination of everything cited above. Certainly, in a live setting, the band is still as over-the-top raucous as they’ve always been.

Those Darlins (photo credit: VETA AND THEO)
Those Darlins (photo credit: VETA AND THEO)

Right from the album opener, “Oh God,” what is obvious is that the phrase “screaming guitars” fits as well as any forty dollar word that I can drop here. “That Man” has a girl-group-gone-dreadfully-wrong vibe – including the ubiquitous spoken-word interlude – that immediately makes it one of my absolute favorite tunes from the Darlins yet. The sticky sweet harmonies (from the other two-thirds of the original trio, Jessi Zazu and Nikki Kvarnes, longtime drummer, Linwood Regensburg and new guy, Barrera) throughout BLUR THE LINES’ 12 tracks belay the more-often-than-not venomous intent of the lyrics, which makes for an enjoyably subversive 45 minutes. High spots (uh… higher spots than the overall high spot that is BLUR… ) include (aside from the already discussed “That Man”): the wicked guitar tune, “Oh God”; the lyrically ambiguous “She Blows”; the downer vibe of “Optomist”; “Can’t Think” and its slow grind; the painfully slow, yet powerful “Western Sky” with its sludgy tremelo-drenched guitar; and the strident, walking guitar sound of “Too Slow.” Though I have thoroughly enjoyed Those Darlins’ previous releases, if this is where the band is heading, then… sign me up for album number four!