Second album from the band from Louisville, Kentucky. First lineup. 2001.
I let myself be overwhelmed by the flat calm of summer. The empty house, the scorching walls, and the half-closed blinds trying to keep the thermometer below seventy-seven degrees.
I try to hide. Yet, a fine dust of light still seeps in, blurring my vision and plunging me into another dimension.
Still a few technical errors here and there, it's unclear if they were really intentional or simply due to the speed of the live recordings. But you can already sense the enormous talent of frontman Jim James.
A work that today seems somewhat dated on one hand, but on the other, anticipates many small trends that emerged only a decade later, like that whole myriad of American folk singer-songwriters, guitar and voice, neither flesh nor fish.
The keyboards of newcomer Danny Cash are only hinted at.
Some tracks are only briefly touched upon, like “If It Smashes Down,” voice and banjo, beautiful. They probably carried some meaning that for the author, just over twenty, was very important. Thus impossible to remove from the tracklist.
The whole album still seems to be searching for a real band to support James' creativity and sensitivity. In search of their own mojo, in short.
There are also more heavy songs, without a precise identity though. Like “Strangulation!,” which could easily belong to some work of the darker Neil Young, the influence is still very noticeable.
A very long album (seventy-four minutes, almost a double), perhaps too long.
But then at a certain point, something strange happens, a pearl of rare beauty, “Hopefully,” and everything becomes clearer.
Now I understand. I hope everything goes well, and if it doesn’t, I'll try to hold on till the end.