This is good, gritty Country-Americana – think Lucinda Williams, especially in the vocal – and, as with second Rhythm of the Rain, there is reverb in the guitar, and slide too, the accoutrements of rockier territory compared with the [I won’t mention to avoid negativity] the saccharine pop-Country I was listening to last night and won’t re-visit again.
That’s an unnecessary comparison in praise of White, but I needed to get it out of my system. There’s prettiness here too, but not sugary, and excusing the pun, an example is Sugar Baby, a bluesy lament on love and imprisonment. Supernova follows with a sweeter reflection on love, musically beautiful. Yuma, next again, is another gentle rumination. The violin and banjo in closer Let the Wind Blow reasserts some Americana roots.
A solid collection of nine songs never blasting it out but never pouring hackneyed syrup on the ingredients. Damn, still mad about that ‘popular’ nonsense from last night…