Alt-country music arguably peaked in 1995, with the formation of Whiskeytown, The Jayhawks' Tomorrow the Green Grass, Emmylou Harris' Wrecking Ball, Old 97's Wreck Your Life, Steve Earle's Train a Comin'and the releases of the debut Wilco, Son Volt, and Buddy Miller albums.
Don't look now, but that was almost a decade and a half ago. In the
meantime, the genre, which once seemed to breathe fresh, new life into
hoary country music, has gotten a little long in the tooth. Tastes have
changed, and the audience, for the most part, has moved on. That's most
evident in the demise of No Depression Magazine,
which championed this music throughout its history, and which closed
its doors a year ago. But don't write off the old warhorse just yet.
Here are three new albums that hearken back to the days when the music
was a thoroughbred. One of them looks good in the starting gate, but
never lives up to its lineage. The other two look like beat-up old
nags, but really kick it into gear for that push down the backstretch.
The Believers -- Lucky You
help from members of Band of Horses -- play a slick brand of
alt-country that owes as much to Heart and Foreigner as to Gram and
Emmylou. The sweet harmonies are there, to be sure, with Aspen's raspy
tenor blending perfectly with Frazzini's pure soprano. But the guitars
and production are pure 1977 arena rock. Depending on your perspective,
that's either a welcome return to a long-overlooked chapter of rock 'n
roll, or a sad reminder of the music in its most corporate incarnation.
Cyd has a big, brassy Pet Benatar/Ann Wilson voice, the kind that begs
for radio airplay on AOR stations. The songs, for the most part, are
hook-laden and memorable, with opener "Higher Ground" offering a
soulful, country blues take on Hurricane Katrina, and the title track
offering the most representative merger of singalong choruses and
bludgeoning guitar hooks. Hit me with your best shot, indeed. My
verdict: No win, no place, but a decent show.
The Von Ehrics -- Loaded
cowpunks The Von Ehrics work the simplest of alt-country formulas: take
the early Johnny Cash/Tennessee Three freight train rumble, speed it
up, and distort the hell out of it. They do it ten times here, blasting
through a short half hour of tales of excessive alcohol consumption,
excessive alcohol consumption, and excessive alcohol consumption. Yeah,
these are one-trick ponies out on that racetrack. Yeah, it's a hell of
a lot of fun. If you like the early Old 97's albums, particularly Wreck Your Life and Too Far to Care, you'll find much to love about this album.
Jason Heath and the Greedy Souls - The Vain Hope of Horse
Springsteen and The Sex Pistols side-by-side in their record
collections," and that actually sounds, for once, about right. It's a wonderful debut; ragged, soulful, and well written.