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Sorted for Es

The letter E proved to be a short stop on our journey through the alphabet. Only 28 albums to listen to (yet it took my 44 days!).  It was a very male, and rather rural collection.  Here was the top 10:

  1. Steve Earle – “El Corazón”
  2. Eminem – “The Slim Shady LP”
  3. Eels – “Electro-Shock Blues”
  4. Justin Townes Earle – “Midnight at The Movies”
  5. Fred Eaglesmith – “Tinderbox”
  6. Justin Townes Earle – “The Good Life”
  7. Eels – “Beautiful Freak”
  8. Steve Earle – “Copperhead Road”
  9. Eminem – “Encore”
  10. Eddy Current Suppression Ring – “Primary Colours”

So, we move onto F.  The first piece of recorded material is not an album, but the 12″ single version of this track:

I’m sure I once owned the follow-up album by said artist (on cassette) but strangely chose to dispose of it (perhaps realising its female deterrent effect).  Sadly, I just learnt that Falco died in 1998, and that “at the time of his death, he was planning a monumental comeback”. Music’s loss for sure…

273. Steve Earle – “Side Tracks”

As I keep confessing, when pressed (it doesn’t take much) to belt out a karaoke tune, I often opt for Steve Earle’s tale of John Lee Pettimore.

On this album we get a sense of Earle’s preferences when in such a position. This is a collection of curios from his career, many of which are covers.

Earle has unsurprisingly eclectic tastes, which ditties here from The Flying Burrito Brothers, Nirvana, and our recent reviewee Bob Dylan.

He also is prepared to tackle the reggae genre (not particularly successfully), and also embrace very mainstream country.

Steve also some slightly cooler crooning buddies than most of us. He shares a mic here with cycling’s former First Lady (Sheryl Crow), and You Am I soundalikes, The Supersuckers.

As my description perhaps gets across, there are many elements that make this release pretty disjointed and throwaway. The saving grace is Earle’s enthusiasm, his love of performing, and his ability to not tread across into the (large) embarrassing uncle area of the karaoke stage. 

This is far from an essential Earle effort (there are a few more of his CDs that I suspect are, and which I do not (yet) own). 

File under: You don’t win friends with side-salad

272. Steve Earle – “Transcendental Blues”

Sorry for the lull in my reviewing. I was over in South Australia for a few days sans my iPhone headphones.

As a result I was stuck with that folk standard Bound for South Australia rattling around my head. There is something slighly apt with that choice, as Steve Earle has definitely got folkier over the years.

This collection of tracks sees mandolin and plenty aplenty, and more tunes about the bountiful charms of Irish womenfolk (this time a Galway Girl).

The album is a pretty strong compadré to the mighty El Corazón, but doesn’t quite hit those heights. It is a slightly more morose effort, with more subdued slower efforts.

Earle does tend to spoil his listeners, and one can get blasé about the subtletly and beauty of his songwriting and performances.

I had the pleasure of catching the sobered up, portly ’00s version of Earle live in Byron Bay a few years ago (and was also too timid to have a chat to him when I spied him alone in a pub with a soda and book) and he was a consumate performer.

…although perhaps not up to The Dubliners standard!

File under: Not Transvision Vamp

271. Steve Earle and the Del McCoury Band – “The Mountain”

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.

Here he justifies his facial hair with a deep dive into the world of bluegrass and general folkiness.

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

269. Steve Earle – “El Corazón”

My Steve Earle collection is surprisingly sporadic.  Here I jump forward four albums.

The leap is a fun one though.  Unlike the scarily skewed Copperhead Road, this is a complete album that keeps delivering from start to finish.

The opener (Christmas in Washington) is a fantastic slow burn lamenting the loss of genuine lefties from US politics.  I’m sure Toby Ziegler would sing along (embarassingly).

The pace picks up for Taneytown, a ‘be careful where you go’ tale – a theme that reappears on the super-catchy Telephone Road, and is twisted the other direction in the inspiring (for travellers) NYC.

Earle seems less constrained by musical conventions here.  Rather than being just a country-rock, or acoustic-country or bluegrass effort, this album leaps about with confidence and enthusiasm.

Mandolins fire on some tracks (such as the delightful I Still Carry You Around).  Others are much rockier (NYC). Many are humourous.  You Know the Rest is a songwriter at complete ease with his abilities.

This is the album I put on to demonstrate than Earle is much more than that Copperhead Road song that I like to butcher.  It also showcases how vital and exciting roots music (for want of a better term) can be.

File under: I ♥  this

268. Steve Earle – “Copperhead Road”

I originally owned this album on cassette. Now, kiddies, these little plastic things had half the songs on one side, and then you turned them over and listened to the other side.

If you didn’t like the other side, you could just rewind and listen to your favoured side again.

That happened a lot with this album. I can’t think of an album with a bigger disparity between sides.

Side A is outstanding. It kicks off with the rollicking title track – one of my ‘go to’ karoake tunes – a tale of booze- and drug-running. The pounding drums and the country-rock rebel imagery has guaranteed Earle a hairy, bikey following ever since.

The pace keeps up with Snake Oil, the full-band version of Devil’s Right Hand, and The Pogues-backed Johnny Come Lately. The latter is a wonderful gelling of the Celtic and Southern, and a great tale. Here it is being recorded:

And the track:

So, at this stage we’re talking Top 10 spot on my rankings for sure. Then you turn it over, and Steve’s gone all soft and maudlin, with fluffy ballads, and a bizarre (but not in a cool way) Xmas carol! The bikers (and me) are not happy…

At least they put all the great tracks together.

File under: Side A excites, Side B bites

267. Steve Earle – “Early Tracks”

The music industry can be a harsh work environment.  Steve Earle spent more than a decade trying to get his talent recognised and his recording works released.

This CD is a compilation of a few of these ignored, belated and unloved efforts. It is more of a curiosity than anything else.

It is the record of a performer and songwriter trying to find a voice.  Earle wrote a few country hits for mainstream artists, and you can hear the more generic approach he was taking here.

The songs are a mix of rockabilly and MOR country.  There is little angst, little passion.  It is country-by-numbers.

The only rough diamond in the mix is an early recording of a song he would polish up in to a real gem later in his career – Devil’s Right Hand. I love the later version.  This early incarnation is merely a demo in comparison.

Perhaps the music honchos were correct back in the late 70s and early 80s in questioning Earle’s acumen.  And the heartbreak and grudge would drive his later brilliance.

None of that motivates owning this. Seek out other works.

File under: A glimpse into the dull life of the A&R job

130. Various Artists – “Born to Run, Volume Two”

I found another “B” down in the compilations section, and thought I’d break up the Campbell Carnivale with this review.

This is the most interesting type of Uncut magazine compilations where they throw together various existing cover versions, plus organise some new interpretations of some music legends’ oeuvre. This time its the Boss under the microscope.

Born to Run 2003 Springsteen Uncut Magazine Album CoverThe choices of tracks here are appropriately “righteous” for a serious mag like Uncut. Not much off Born in the USA or his late 80s/early 90s albums. Much more off Born to Run, Nebraska etc.

The artists are similarly legitimate (and a few are regular faces from my collection). Ed Harcourt delivers a fine version of Atlantic City. Steve Earle‘s State Trooper didn’t sound out of place on his ‘Guitar Town’ and works well here. Billy Bragg‘s Mountain on the Hill is from his very awkward ‘trying to sing American’ phase and is a blight on this CD.

The most interesting tracks come from artists who take Broooce’s work someplace different. I don’t mean Jesse Malin‘s lame Elmer Fudd version of Hungry Heart, but rather Heather Nova‘s breathy I’m on Fire and The Knack‘s very 80s Don’t Look Back. Sonny BurgessTiger Rose sounds like Elvis reincarnate.

This works as a testament to Springsteen’ songwriting skills.

File under: A racey little collection