okay, so i’m going to try to contain the son volt ranting within this one thread.
it’s the best jay farrar work since wide swing tremolo. yesterday gob iron came up on the shuffle and i realized i’d completely forgotten that worthy side project within 48 hours of hearing this record.
two things off the bat:
two broad strokes of speculative blurblosity talked of ‘intriguing new directions’ (or whatever) and “farrar’s enduring optimism” (or whatever.) truth is, that was just bad industry writing talking there, so forget about any preconceptions of ‘novelty’ or ‘outward bound blah’ vibes. here’s what up on the new son volt record:
– reoccurring, abbey road-ish fender rhodes vibes.
– the fruition of farrar’s move from a weird, modern moral realism (the rural route sleeps/while the city bleeds all over itself) to weird, satirical pastoralism that unfolds in odd sonic and syntactical experiments. the record is ‘about’ pynchon-ish yo-yoing around by a fugazi kid. the sights, sounds and socializing described answer the longstanding question of how blade runner might’ve played if it’d been directed by robert altman.
– almost no lead guitar; instead, wash-y hazes and precise, odd chordal moves. that said, there’re a couple moments – ‘manufactured society,’ in particular – of genuine heaviness a la sabbath.
discuss or avoid.