Steve Earle does like his genre jumps. He’s not a complete chameleon and he doesn’t venture too far, but he does transform considerably within the ‘roots’ domain.
He teams up with McCoury crew, a posse of slack-jawed fiddlers, banjoists and tin-whistlerians.
These yokels (for I envisage them as Cletus from The Simpsons and his inbred clan) strum up a storm. It’s like one big barndance.
Steve holds nothing back, embracing all the genre’s B-roll of imagery. Look kiddies, there’s an Irish immigrant…and a miner’s miserable life… And an alluring lass breaking a farmboy’s heart and leading him a hanging death.
I’m a sucker for a tune about steam trains. And this set kicks off with one. Yeeee Haaaaa.
File under: Get ya yokel vocals here folks