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Release Date: 10/21/2003
Politics aside -- this is the first-ever
Widespread Panic record that hasn't had numerous versions of tracks available on the Internet; the band kept it under wraps until release time -- this is the most ambitious and refined album the band has ever issued.
Widespread Panic is the only band from the whole jam scene that emerged from the south and the oft-spouted
Allman Brothers' font of inspiration who remains interesting. Over the course of eight studio albums and three live outings,
Widespread Panic has mutated into a unit who can make harmonic -- and even hooky -- sense of virtually any scrap of a musical idea.
Ball is a refinement of the ambition of
Don't Tell the Band. While that record featured exercises in everything from
blues to
Latin and
fusion,
Ball centers itself on solid
rock & roll of varying textures and approaches. What it means is that for the first time since their self-titled second album, the band has hunkered down and practiced the craft of tight, well-scripted,
rock-conscious songwriting. What's more, with the aid of producer
John Keane, they execute the fruits of their labor with aplomb, grace, and elegance. There's the pastoral backyard view into the world of
"Counting Train Cars" with whining, shimmering pedal steel and a high, lonesome harmonica, with frontman
John Bell offering the lyrics as if he's in the middle of them, not projecting them. This is the kind of song
the Counting Crows wish they could write, and that
R.E.M. tried -- and failed -- to do for literally decades. Think of
the Band if they were really from the south and had
Dickey Betts and
Sneaky Pete Kleinow. In addition, there's the bluesy, southern-fried
rock of
"Papa Johnny Road," with slithering guitars and a funky bassline accented by popping, single-string fills from a clawhammer banjo; here one can hear a trace of
the Allmans, especially in
Bell's delivery and the behind-the-beat twinned guitars. Elsewhere, the
Richard Thompson-influenced guitar stylings of
George McConnell's acoustic create a taut line crossed with
Bell's near-
British folk-styled vocal; while
McConnell can re-create the beautiful octave drones and double-string runs of
Thompson,
Bell's singing is purely American, though he's going for
Nick Drake or even early
John Martyn; it's a striking, simple, and beautifully wrought song. There are also knotty, multi-faceted tunes that
the Panics are (in)famous for, like the wondrously
psychedelic "Meeting of the Waters" or the balls-out rocker
"Nebulous," which cuts to the chase with
John Herman's organ driving the entire engine. The record closes on a pair of contrasting tunes: the jazzy, almost
loungy "Time Waits," haunted by
Herman's B3 floating through the guitars and rhythms, and the near-anthemic stoner road song
"Travelin' Man." No, we're not talking about a cover of the
Ricky Nelson song; this is pure hippie-dream theory: "Been feelin' alright, for a coupla days/Either in a fog, or a sunny haze." Ringing, jangling guitars buoy
Bell as he states his intention to live without purpose or destination. The killer flatpicking solo by
McConnell in the bridge makes
Bell's strident electric rhythm guitar seem more open, wide into the panorama that is the emptiness of all dreamers, where everything is connected. It's a very fine, laid-back rocker that carries out
Ball on an up-note. Despite the fact that this is
Widespread's "tightest" and most glossy record, it doesn't divulge its secrets easily. It needs repeated listenings to take it all in, and once that happens, it becomes an indispensable addition to their catalog. (Hint: Don't yank it out of the CD player right away when that last track ends.)
~Thom Jurek, All Music Guide
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