Jim James: Regions of Light and Sound of God

Imagine you’re the frontman for a successful rock band. Over the course of your career, you’ve somehow managed to acquire not only indie credibility but a fan base sizable enough to pack arenas. You eventually decide to branch out and form new groups with talented peers. Maybe you decide to contribute to a film soundtrack or even accept a cameo in said film. But eventually, critics and fans alike will begin to wonder when you’ll take all the talent that has benefitted your band and release an album of your own. Just look at Morrissey, Thom Yorke, any one of The Beatles (OK, maybe not Ringo), or even Beyoncé.
The above scenario describes the career of My Morning Jacket’s Jim James. But it could also perfectly reflect the artistic trajectory of fellow musician Jack White. Just substitute White’s Raconteurs for James’ Monsters of Folk in the supergroup category, or trade in White’s musical contributions and acting role in Cold Mountain for James’ participation in I’m Not There. The similarities between the two artists’ paths are striking when examined. And now, where White ventured last year with the release of his solo debut, Blunderbuss, James has now followed with an LP of his own, Regions of Light and Sound of God.
The way the two records land is also parallel. One of the most interesting things about Blunderbuss was how the whole record seemed strangely familiar. It felt very much like a mixture of everything that came before in White’s career while still feeling fresh. It’s chock full of trademarks like squealing, blues-tinged riffs or playful lyrical humor. There’s a subtle nod or wink to this or that, but nothing that can be directly traced to a specific moment in White’s back catalog. Simply put, it’s undeniably Jack. James treats his own solo debut in much the same way.
With Regions, the central Jim James fingerprint is his voice. It permeates every track on the record, and it’s just as angelic and powerful as ever. However, sonically speaking, the album draws more from the down-tempo grooves of James’ oeuvre rather than the bombastic stadium rock often associated with his work with My Morning Jacket. Think more Monsters of Folk’s “Dear God (Sincerely M.O.F)” than MMJ’s “One Big Holiday,” closer to the ethereal instrumental break in “Off the Record” than the driving guitar riff.