Veteran roots rockers lay some wheel
Atop the stinging double-stop guitar licks of the Bottle Rockets’ no-frills latest, optimism and good intentions knock heads with the reality of human imperfection. “I’m never gonna waste another day,” frontman Brian Henneman sings on “Shame on Me,” waxing hopeful before countering, “She knows I will anyway.”
grand tradition of Chuck Berry’s “Promised Land” and Carl Montgomery
and Earl Green’s oft-covered “Six Days on the Road”), impending doom is
never far off: Sure, “Maybe something good is coming at you around the
bend,” but look out because “just outta the hills, here’s something
slick and about to be spilled.”
For now, at least, tragedy is averted,
our protagonist rolling safely into Rock Springs in time for some
shuteye. The car and the American highway are for the Bottle Rockets
what the raft and the Mississippi River were for Twain—a metaphor for
escape, freedom, adventure, personal growth and the journey of life.
“Nothin’ but a driver,” Henneman sings, “that’s all I wanna be.”
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