Some E action before we get to K…
We’re currently watched the new New Orleans based TV series from the ‘Wire’ gang – ‘Treme’ – and rejoicing in its musical focus. A thrill from episode 4 was the sight of Justin Townes Earle and his facially hirsute pa Steve, playing the role of French Quarter buskers.
In a perfect world, every single person watching the show would have been going ‘there’s Justin’ in the fashion I was. This young man should be a superstar of the first order.
This, his third album, continues his evolution into a fully fledged member of my country 1st class (i.e. alongside Lucinda, Gillian, Johnny Cash, Steve, Hank…).
While in the past I’ve lauded the ‘olde worlde’ skills of JTE, on this record he strides more confidently into the latter part of the 20th century. There is much less bluegrass, replaced by warm, occasionally gospel-like tunes.
The title track is a ripper, with a surprisingly upbeat suicidal narrative. There’s a luscious lament to lost love in NZ (Christchurch Girl). And he plays to my love of railway-songs onWorkin’ for the MTA.
To sense the progress the Son-of-Steve has made, check him wandering confidently into R&B land (eventually, the song kicks in at about 1:30 min mark):
JTE’s on his way down under again in March 2011 (for the Golden Plains festival, but hopefully playing sideshows aplenty). Go see him (I’ll be stalking him in NYC not long after).
File under: The third time’s a charm