Holly and her buddy Lawyer Dave (how’s that for an anachronistic name for a purported hillbilly?) continue on their merry way with this 2011 album.
One again the schtick is rural, rebellious and ‘down home’. And again, they go damn close to pulling it off.
This was the album they were showcasing when I caught them live, so it’s fun to have the backstories to a few of the standout tracks. For example, knowing that Burn, oh junk pile, burn is about a crazy former neighbour with a penchant for Xmas day bonfires, make me delight more in the wordplay and playfulness. The Hawaiian guitar on said track also adds (in a bizarre fashion) to the off-centre, gothic vibe of patches of this album).
Again, the three or four standout tracks on here are absolute rippers for the genre, such as the title track, L.S.D (Rock’n’Roll Prison), and their latest effort at bating god botherers, Lord knows we’re drinking.
The rest of the tunes are little too laid back for my liking (actually ‘loving’… I do like them). Nevertheless, this makes for a great Sunday arvo, beer on the balcony listen (although I feel I should have a shotgun on my lap, rather than this damn computer thingy).
File under: Self reliant
One Friday night in NYC, while the missus was off gallivanting in London, I jumped the L-Train over to Brooklyn to check out Ms Golightly.
I had a recollection of said lady singing on a White Stripes album and one by the Greenhornes, and being name-checked regularly as a righteous and prolific babe in the serious UK music press, but couldn’t have told you much more about her oeuvre.
To my delight I discovered she is in middle of a serious hillbilly, rootsy phase. She has teamed up with a mightily hirsute bloke he plays a mean slide and pedal steel, and they have cobbled together a songbook full of front porch laments and songs screaming for some jugband accompaniment:
The vibe is very much Deliverance through rose-coloured glasses. The devil is the good guy, and Jesus ain’t no use. Alcohol is Medicine Water and Daddy seems like he’s a little more amorous than he should be.
These two make this genre seem easy and alluring, although there are a few too many lazy tracks in the middle that have me craving some hooch to liven it all up, but the album ends in a flourish and has me craving more woodsy, mountain action.
File under: Damn them gun control laws