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Album Review: Brothers Osborne–Port Saint Joe

Rating: 8.5/10

When we think of beach music and seaside towns, the tendency is to picture touristy, sexy places–sun and sand and bikinis. But there’s another side to this also, coastal towns which remain rural and largely untouched by commercialism. There’s still that feeling you can only get from living by the sea, the way locals tend to live on “island time” and nothing moves in a hurry. But these towns are still tied to the South as well, as much attuned to Southern culture as they are to island life, giving them their own unique flavor and laid-back atmosphere. Port Saint Joe is a town like this in the Florida panhandle on the Gulf coast, and it’s there that Brothers Osborne made this record in Jay Joyce’s home studio. The result is a beach album, but one that feels weathered and familiar rather than commercial and flashy, much like those little coastal towns.

As for Jay Joyce, this is exactly the kind of album where he excels as a producer. Every song flows easily and effortlessly into the next, much like on Travis Meadows’ recent album First Cigarette, a record Joyce also had a hand in producing. It makes this all one cohesive listen, and at ten songs, everything feels like it belongs here, with no unnecessary filler. (Yes, only ten songs on a 2018 mainstream country release, it’s unheard of.) There’s a warm, weathered quality permeating the whole thing which makes it all feel like they recorded this on a beach; it puts you right in that mindset and makes you want to sit by the ocean and drink rum while listening to this album. There are a couple times when the production is too much, like the heavy-handed drums at the beginning of “Weed, Whiskey, and Willie” and the weird electronic sound at the start of “A couple Wrongs Makin’ it Alright,” but mostly, the production is this record’s greatest asset.

And it’s awesome to hear real instruments on a mainstream album–you’ll hear organs, real drums, and guitar licks from John Osborne that just make these songs come to life and separate them from so many similar songs by other artists. “Tequila Again” features some very cool mandolin, giving that song an almost Spanish vibe. “Slow Your Roll” opens with some of those great guitar licks I mentioned, and “Shoot me Straight” is allowed to go on for six glorious minutes, with an outro of guitar shredding and organ flourishes. It’s not a traditional record, but it’s organic and real, and this is what we so desperately need in modern country–actual musicians playing actual instruments and being allowed to actually have solos. That’s the refreshing thing about this record; it may be mostly a beachy, party album, but it doesn’t feel forced or clichéd in any way. It feels like the album Brothers Osborne wanted to make, with real sentiments being sung, and that’s largely due to the original, innovative instrumentation all over this project.

Lyrically, yes, it’s mostly a lighthearted affair, and the party themes run heavily through this. There are weed and alcohol references peppered all over it. The thing about this, though, is that it manages to be both fun and wistful at the same time; that’s partly due to the production, partly due to TJ Osborne’s vocal quality, and partly due to the songs themselves. Lyrical brilliance is not the main focus of this album, but it’s also been a bit underappreciated in terms of the songwriting. The themes are similar, but the lyrics themselves tell a deeper story. “Weed, Whiskey, and Willie” sees the narrator using vices and records, or “bottles and vinyl” as the song says, to get through the hard times in his life. “Tequila Again” acknowledges that he’s actually got a bit of a drinking problem; it’s told in a lighthearted way and says that he’ll keep falling in and out of love with the drink, but it’s self-aware enough to recognize the issue. This goes a long way toward making it a better, smarter song than much of what we see in mainstream country these days. With that in mind, I have to mention “Drank Like Hank,” which is here just to be fun and does name-drop George Jones and Hank Williams. We all know there was more to these legends than their drinking problems, just as there’s more to Willie Nelson than weed, and I can see how people will have a problem with this, but I think it works in light of the other songs. There’s an underlying self-awareness in these tracks, and let’s face it, these legends did drink to excess. This song is catchy and fun, but more than that, it works on the album because the album as a whole is more self-reflective and tells more of a complete story rather than actually being nothing more than a one-dimensional, self-absorbed glorification of partying.

There are some more serious moments sprinkled in here to add weight to the record and also to create more variety and make it less of a party. “I Don’t Remember Me (Before You”) is one of the most interesting in terms of songwriting because at first, it appears to be just a love song saying that he can’t recall his life before this woman came along and changed it for the better. With subsequent listens, the ambiguity becomes clear, and you can see that maybe he’s also sad about literally losing the person he used to be before she came into his life. Perhaps it’s a mix of both, which would be a very accurate portrayal of how relationships can affect us and make us different people. “Pushing up Daisies (Love Alive)” is certainly the best melodically and provides a nice twist on loving someone forever; forever isn’t really a possibility, but this love will go on till they die.

It’s that mortality and feeling of being incredibly small which is just as much a part of sitting by the ocean as rum and Coke. The same waves that crashed to open the album with the easygoing “Slow Your Roll” remain there at the end of the sobering closer, “While You Still Can.” This is not a masterpiece lyrically, but there’s beauty in simplicity, and this song captures that. Instead of just saying live life to the fullest, it reminds us that nothing last forever, a simple yet sobering reality that’s all the more apparent when you’re staring out at the endless sea.

So, overall, I really enjoy this. There’s not a song I’d skip–even “A couple Wrongs Makin’ it Alright,” which has some layered vocals and funky production and will no doubt be the most polarizing here, works for this listener. Everything has a warm, easy, laid-back quality that really fits the beach and party themes, and it’s a joy to hear all these great guitar licks and variety in instrumentation and influences. This is the kind of album we need in 2018, a record that knows what it wants to be, doesn’t take itself too seriously, and just provides a nice, easy listen. TJ Osborne says in the opening line of the whole thing, “take a little break from the rat race,” and ultimately, that’s what Port Saint Joe provides; it’s a break from all the sadness, the divisiveness, the ugliness, the sheer rush of our world right now. It’s the kind of escape you can get sitting on the beach watching the waves crash onto the shore, but we don’t all live near the coast, so Brothers Osborne have brought this album to us. Great record, and one that will likely be one of my favorite albums of 2018.

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Album Review: Travis Meadows–First Cigarette

Rating: 8/10

Travis Meadows adds his name to the growing list of professional songwriters who are gaining a name for themselves and finding more success with their own material. As for songs written by Meadows, try “Knives of New Orleans” by Eric Church, “Riser” by Dierks Bentley, and “What We Ain’t Got” by Jake Owen. These should be enough to get your attention and keep his third album, First Cigarette, firmly on your radar.

I’ve spent a lot of time in 2017 criticizing various independent/Americana singers for their vocals. It doesn’t matter if you can write a good song if you can’t remain on pitch and/or sing with any emotion. But there’s another side to this too, and that’s understanding your tone as a singer and writing and performing songs to suit you. Travis Meadows brings a weathered, unpolished quality to his singing, and no, he’s not the greatest vocalist in that sense, but he is a fine interpreter, able to capture perfectly all the raw emotion on this record. Plus, he can indeed stay on pitch, so that’s just a bonus…but I digress. His tone may not be for everyone, but he utilizes it well here, allowing it to become a feature rather than a flaw.

And his tone actually suits the material here very well, speaking also to his talent as a songwriter, his ability to write according to his vocal strengths. The rough edges in his voice only serve to elevate this particular record because it’s a self-reflective album, sometimes looking back on the past and other times hopeful for the future, at once wistful and content. “Sideways” sets the mood perfectly, opening the album with the hard-hitting statement: “If I could buy myself a conscience that wasn’t broken, Mend every fence I drove my hard head through. Re-lock all the doors I wish I’d never opened, unlearn the things I wish I never Knew.” Meadows thinks back with nostalgia on his youth on “McDowell road” and “Pray for Jungleland,” and looks forward to making life better for his son on “Travelin’ Bone.” (And by the way, “Pray for Jungleland” is actually a good example of how a song about remembering some girl in tight jeans in your car can actually convey a real emotion and tell a real story.) He’s leaning on friends to help him through hard times on “Better Boat” and seems restless on “Hungry,” but he’s perfectly happy with his life on “Guy Like Me.” It all appears to come together on the title track, as he has learned to appreciate the little things in life, like that feeling of the first cigarette in the morning. He also states that he’s “a little more content with who I am than who I was,” which seems to be the thesis of this whole thing.

The production is another thing I’ve harped on many times in 2017, and yet this record manages to get it exactly right. Travis Meadows said that can be attributed to his producers, Jeremy Spillman and Jay Joyce, wanting it to sound like Travis would sound live in a bar. And it does sound rather organic and unpolished like that, very real and raw and fitting for this journey. Also, every song flows straight into the next, with little instrumental interludes to connect the tracks, so you take this trip right along with Travis. It’s a small detail, but it really adds a lot to this album and the sentiments being conveyed here. It makes this not an album of different songs about finding contentment with who you are and where you’ve been, but rather a single experience, a process that is being carried out throughout the record.

The album needed some brighter moments to lighten the mood and in turn make the serious, reflective stuff stand out all the more, and we get that in several places. It doesn’t quite work on “Underdogs,” as this one is kind of generic and doesn’t really say much when you get right down to it. There are a thousand songs out there like this, and while it will probably really excite live crowds, it doesn’t exactly add much to the project. It doesn’t necessarily take away much either, but lighter moments are pulled off better with “Guy Like Me” and “Long Live Cool.” The former has the personal detail which “Underdogs” lacks, seeing Travis content and happy with his life and circumstances. The latter is a nice, catchy ode to rock ‘n’ roll. This one features some lively harmonica and some nice electric guitar. This one fits well within the album context despite it being lighthearted because it carries that nostalgia so often explored on this record.

First Cigarette is getting slightly underappreciated, and I honestly can’t understand why. Travis Meadows isn’t the greatest vocalist in the world, but the roughness in his voice only adds to this record. The production is some of the best I’ve heard this year, and there’s enough sonic variety to keep it from being sleepy. The writing is nice too, and there’s a thematic structure to this album as well, not something we see on many records these days. Not a concept record, but definitely one continuous journey that finds its conclusion in the title track. It’s not a perfect album, but it’s a damn good one and is not to be overlooked in the frenzy of year-end lists. Highly recommend giving this a listen.

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Album Review: Eric Church–Mr. Misunderstood

Rating: 8/10

When it comes to Eric Church, one just has to accept that he’s always going to be more rock than country. This doesn’t make him some sort of sellout or trend-chaser; that’s always been part of his style, and the fact that he hasn’t veered from it or tried to be a different artist than himself should be commended. If you’re looking for fiddle and steel, it’s as simple as this: don’t seek it in Eric Church’s music. However, within the confines of his rock-country status, Eric Church can bring some truly excellent music. He has shown us two sides: the more rootsy, stripped-down side found in albums like Chief and Sinners Like Me, and the sweeping, arena rock style found on The Outsiders. It’s the former that suits Eric Church, and when he dropped a surprise album in the mail to his fan club last week, we all began hoping he would get back to this. I’m glad to say that his rootsy rock-country style is indeed what we hear on Mr. Misunderstood, and the result is a very good Eric Church release.

The album’s title track and opener starts with just Church and an acoustic guitar, which is immediately better than anything on The Outsiders and shows promise for the rest of the record. It’s an ode to all those who don’t fit in but will one day lead the band and be popular because of their music. “Your buddies get their rocks off on top 40 radio, but you love your daddy’s vinyl and old time rock ‘n’ roll” feels like a personal line for Eric Church, and this song feels quite honest. I wish it had stayed stripped-down throughout the entire song, but that’s not a critical comment so much as a personal preference. “Mistress Named Music” is one of my favorites; this is a song about the allure music can have on people. “I’m still chasing this song with a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines”–what an excellent lyric. The production builds throughout this song, really capturing the song in a way that was held back slightly on “Mr. Misunderstood.” “Chattanooga Lucy” is a song people will either love or hate–it’s a bluesy rock song about, well, a woman nicknamed “Chattanooga Lucy”–but it’s a song where I pay much more attention to everything happening musically. Incidentally, I should point out that only seven musicians are given credit for contributing to this album, including Eric Church and producer Jay Joyce–say what you will about Church, but this is just insane in 2015 for a mainstream artist. It results in a very cohesive, sometimes live-sounding album, even if it isn’t country-sounding.

“Mixed Drinks About Feelings” features Susan Tedeschi, who is a ridiculously talented artist in her own right–just go listen to the Tedeschi Trucks Band–and whose name makes me think this will be an excellent track. It’s not an excellent one, but it is a pretty damn good one–the two sing this song well together, and the line “my figured out has never been more confused” cannot be overlooked. Now, I have listened to “Knives of New Orleans” several times, and I still have no words to write that would explain it–it’s just a remarkable display of songwriting that you should listen to. It tells a great story, and it’s a case where I feel the rock production really works. It doesn’t matter if you wanted to hear country–if you’re a fan of damn good music, give this a listen.

The next two songs suffer from slight production issues; I could have done without the lead-ins of electronic drums on these tracks. “Round Here Buzz” could be a single; it’s a nice small-town anthem that actually feels somewhat authentic, as opposed to every checklist country song we’ve ever been exposed to. Having said that, although it’s not a bad song, it doesn’t really do anything for the album. “Kill a Word” is a very interesting, well-written take on bullying and hate. “If I could kill a word” is the premise–Church sings of beating “regret,” shooting “goodbye,” and choking “Lonely,” among other things. “Holdin’ my Own” is a simple little song about just that: fighting adversity and standing one’s ground. It’s a song that might be overshadowed by others on this album, but after some listens, this one has come out of nowhere to be one of my personal favorites. It’s a case of “less is more,” and it’s just pleasant to listen to and will connect with many. “Record Year” is a little too pop for my taste in places, but having said that, it could make a good single and is certainly not a straight pop song–I’d probably call it pop rock. It’s a heartbreak song in which the narrator is trying to get over a woman by playing various “records”–as an avid listener of “everything from Jones to Janis” too, like the narrator, I can identify with this song quite a lot and just wish it sounded a little less pop. However, there’s no doubt that some of the best songwriting on the entire album is found on this song. “Three Year Old” closes the album nicely–it’s a song about the lessons we can learn from children, from the ridiculous to the profound.

Overall, this is without a doubt the best release we have yet been granted from Eric Church. There is no use belaboring the point that there is no fiddle and steel, and that this is at its core a rock album. This has always been Eric Church’s place in music, and his rock-country sound is at its best on Mr. Misunderstood. There are some truly excellent moments of songwriting here, most notably on “Knives of New Orleans” and “Record Year,” and it’s important to note that Church either wrote or co-wrote every single track. The fact that there are only seven musicians on this entire album is nothing short of mind-blowing. As I said earlier, you know what you’re getting with Eric Church–so either don’t listen, and miss some truly great music, or go into it with that in mind when you do listen. And if you do listen, you’ll find a lot to love about this album.

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