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Genre:
Rock
Release Date: 01/20/2004
Man, who said American
roots rock is dead? You'd never know it by listening to
Americano, the fourth issue by
Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers.
Clyne is a songwriter cut from the cloth that bore fellow Arizonans
Green on Red's
Dan Stuart and
Chuck Prophet and is a direct descendent of
John Mellencamp, but he rocks harder than all of them put together.
Clyne tells tales that come from the archetypal myths of American life -- whether ordinary or legendary -- and aspires to imbue them with transcendent meaning. He doesn't seem to care if he succeeds; redemption lies in the attempt. In this way he is a kindred spirit to
Steve Earle, but lays his cards on the
rock side of the table and leaves
country music to the Texan. Produced by
Peter Lubin (producer of the late bluesman
John Campbell and
the Everly Brothers) and
Dusty Wakeman -- who also commandeered
Lucinda Williams' glorious self-titled
Rough Trade debut and
Sweet Old World albums -- the sound of
the Peacemakers here is tough, lean, and immediate.
Clyne uses just enough chords to keep his songs interesting and to convey the considerable emotion in his tales of hard-luck dreamers, wasted prophets, starry-eyed working stiffs, and losers who have no idea that they have. There are the steely chords of the title track, which is an outlaw's anthem of keeping ahead of the law and mortality for another day. Its companion piece is
"I Don't Need Another Thrill," where a modern day gunslinging
Dionysus beats the reaper and hangman's odds until he meets his match in a woman and willingly surrenders it all to be welcomed inside the palace of love. The macho posturing of the outlaw's creed melts into the desert sunset as he throws down his guns.
"Switchblade" is the hard-luck tale of the perfect crime gone bad in Mexico. As accordions and acoustic guitars usher in the opening verse,
Clyne sets his sights on telling his story without flinching, but he breaks after the electric guitars enter the fray and it becomes a ghost story -- the teller is a hollowed-out shell of a man who sings his song in order to accept what he cannot bring himself to. Ultimately,
Americano reveals
Clyne & the Peacemakers on their best effort yet; they are one of the very best
rock & roll bands in a tradition that currently doesn't matter to corporate radio programmers. That's because
Clyne and his band don't sell anything at all, not product, not trend, not genre, not glamour or style. Instead, they report, they dream, they mourn, they crash, and they burn careening across a razored skyline that ends down the American night with their hymns of cheap grace, harrowing laughter, and busted icons. The music they play is impure, dirty, raw, immediate, and larger than life, yet it comes squarely from its center; it's timeless, eternal, low down, and full of careless abandon and street smarts that take no one at his word but know the old truths remain for a reason.
Americano is one fine album; it should be played at earsplitting volume in pool halls, bowling alleys, and backyard bashes and on college radio stations. It should blare from the CD players of fast cars roaring down empty highways under the stars and just before dawn. Indeed, it should be savored and celebrated by those swaggering street denizens known as the
rock & roll faithful as proof that the good stuff never disappears.
~Thom Jurek, All Music Guide
;)
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