Vintage Review: Webb Wilder’s About Time (2005)

It’s been nearly nine years since Webb Wilder last came ‘round these parts with a new phonograph recording and we’ve all been that much poorer for his absence. Heck, during the great one’s hiatus we’ve suffered through nu-metal, modern rock, Britney Spears, boy bands, and Geo. Bush – a veritable cultural famine of Biblical proportions. You don’t have to tie up that noose and throw it over the rafters just yet, bunkie, ‘cause our year is about to get a whole lot “wilder” and this scribe can only exclaim that it’s “about time!”
 

Webb Wilder’s About Time

Rounding up his “A” Team of veteran players, studio monsters like guitarist George Bradfute, bassist Tom Comet, and drummer Jimmy Lester, Webb Wilder has again hooked up with his long-time partner in crime, the “Ionizer,” R.S. Field to record About Time. As comeback albums go, it’s really like ol’ Webb never left; you can’t really call these grooves a “return to form” because Wilder has never abandoned his pure, untarnished vision of rock ‘n’ roll with a touch of country and blues. Sure, Wilder spices up the brew now and then with some fine brasswork courtesy of Dennis Taylor and Steve Herrman, the band sounding like some R&B revue of old. Overall, old time fans of the “last full-grown man” won’t be disappointed by the track selection found on About Time.

For those of you unfamiliar with Webb Wilder, or those who only know him through his XM satellite radio program, About Time will hit you like that first kiss in the backseat of your daddy’s jalopy. The songs on About Time stand as tall as the singer, a fine combination of roots-rock and Southern fried influences. “Scattergun,” for instance, is a somber, Marty Robbins-styled old west tale of tragedy while “Battle of the Bands” is a ‘50s-flavored rockabilly rave-up with rollicking horns and swinging rhythms. “I Just Had To Laugh” is a typical, old-school Field/Wilder lyrical collaboration about the trials of romance, offering plenty of clever wordplay, Wilder’s magnificent baritone and some mesmerizing fretwork from Bradfute.

“Miss Missy From Ol’ Hong Kong” is a roadhouse rocker with Steve Conn channeling the spirit of a young Jerry Lee on the ivories. As Wilder speaks of Missy’s many attributes, the rest of the band teeters on the edge, blowing the roof off the mutha with instrumental interplay as tight as a fist and honed to a surgical-edge by 1,001 nights spent performing on the road. Wilder reworks Tommy Overstreet’s early ‘70s country classic “If You’re Looking For A Fool” with a heartbreaking, bittersweet tone that is punctuated by Bradfute’s sadly weeping guitar. Kevin Gordon’s excellent “Jimmy Reed Is the King of Rock and Roll” is provided a bluesy, ethereal reading that brings to mind John Campbell’s voodoo king, knee deep in the swamp, howling at the moon while Hank’s ghost-driven Cadillac careens around a corner, down Broadway and away from the Ryman.

The Reverend’s Bottom Line

There’s more, but you’re just going to have to pick up a copy of About Time for yourself and discover the mystery, the madness and the magic of the man called Wilder. Giants standing proudly above lesser talents, Webb Wilder and the Nashvegans deliver in About Time a tonic for our troubled days and times. Welcome back, boys! (Landslide Records, released 2005)

Review originally published by Alt.Culture.Guide™

Vintage Review: Daddy's For A Second Time (2009)

Back when you kiddies were still watching Saturday morning cartoons in your spidey PJs and eating chocolate-frosted sugar bombs by the boxful, two nice young men from Kentucky, and another from Alabama, were playing in a critically-acclaimed rock ‘n’ roll band called the Bis-quits. Although these three gents had spun a wonderful collection of intelligent garage-pop with blues-rock overtones and a soupcon of country twang, they were soon forgotten, lost in the enormous commercial shadow of a bunch o’ guys from Seattle named Kurt, Eddie, Chris and their, well, kinda grungy, flannel-clad friends.

Fast forward 16 years, and you’ll find Daddy, which is, really, mathematically two-thirds of the Bis-quits playing with some (talented) friends. Over the past decade-and-a-half or so, the three nice young men – Will Kimbrough, Tommy Womack, and Mike “Grimey” Grimes – have pursued various fates in and out of the music biz. Grimes played for a while with alt-country cut-ups Bare Jr. before escaping the industry’s clutches only to open his much-lauded record store in Nashville (Grimey’s Music – tell ‘em the Reverend sent ya!).

Kimbrough has toyed around with a critically-acclaimed solo career that has yielded four solid albums (and an EP), but his real bread-and-butter has been touring and recording as a guitar-for-hire for folks like Jimmy Buffett, Rodney Crowell, Todd Snider, and others. Womack, on the other hand, has put his experience with the Bis-quits and, previously, the much beloved Kentucky cult band Govt. Cheese, to good use as a whipsmart, slightly neurotic, constantly embattled solo troubadour, also with four acclaimed studio albums (and a live disc) under his belt.

Daddy’s For A Second Time

Daddy began as a one-off between friends and former bandmates, their live 2005 album At The Woman’s Club documenting two nights’ shows in Frankfort, Kentucky. As these things are wont to do, demand for Daddy and the band’s growing popularity has resulted in For A Second Time, the official and righteous Daddy studio debut. A ten-song collection of various Kimbrough and Womack originals and a handful of collaborations between the two (and one excellent total band effort), For A Second Time may well be the best collection of pure music-making that you’ll hear come out of Nashville this year.

As they say in Nashville, it all begins with a song – something forgotten long ago by the industry’s Music Row – and Kimbrough and Womack are two of the best wordsmiths ever snubbed by the biz. Both songwriters have been around the block a time or three and suffered through the indignities and ignorance of men in suits with corporate smiles, and their experience shines through their songs. The semi-biographical “Nobody From Nowhere,” for instance, sounds like a John Hiatt outtake circa Slow Turning, but with Kimbrough’s slinky fretwork and great harmony singing between Kimbrough and Womack. The song perfectly sums up the isolation of growing up in the rural South, where everything is miles away from anything else, and dreams of the big-time are tempered by simple pleasures.

Much of the rest of For A Second Time follows a similar tact, Kimbrough and Womack swapping lead vocals on songs that are built around the former’s tempered optimism and the latter’s wry sense of humor and joyful cynicism. “Early To Bed, Early To Rise” is Womack’s advice to a younger generation, an only-slightly-tongue-in-cheek warning about the rat race from a man that has lived it firsthand. The New Orleans-tinged “Wash & Fold” possesses all the funky soul of the Meters, Kimbrough mouthing a sly come-on to a young lovely that is equal parts Ray Davies and Aaron Neville.

Of course, the Daddy guys also recognize a good song when they hear it, and their loving cover of ‘60s-era folkie Mike Millius’ “The Ballad of Martin Luther King” provides the sort of intricate wordplay that Womack excels at spitting out. The ode to the African-American hero is especially ironic provided the band’s deep-rooted Dixie sound, but these boys have always embraced equality in all things – especially music – and the song’s folkie origins are amped up with squalls of harmonica, bluesy guitarwork, and more than a little introspection.

The full band collaboration “I Went To Heaven In A Dream Last Night” is a syncopated, almost stream-of-consciousness tale of Womack’s brush with the almighty that evinces a dark sense of humor, manic vocals, and more great throwaway lines and imagery than we can recount here (although “a funny thing happened on my way to the grave, I didn’t burn out and I didn’t fade away, my heart kept beating until the end of the ride” is a pretty damn funny line). The band backs it up with a funky-cool, twang-jazz soundtrack with lighter-than-feather cymbal brushing, scraps of honky-tonky piano, and Kimbrough’s piercing six-string notes. “He Ain’t Right” is another semi-autobiographical look back at childhood and what it’s like to be smalltown different, the lyrics pounded home above a muscular rhythm, bee-sting fretwork, and potent, gospel-tinged keyboards.

The Reverend’s Bottom Line

Will Kimbrough and Tommy Womack bring the best out of each other, creatively, and with nearly two decades of friendship and shared musical history to work off of, it should come as no surprise that they’re able to come up with gem after gem. The background guys in Daddy are no slouch, either, but rather talented pros able to cut loose from their day jobs and spin some fun, complex, and satisfying music behind their charismatic frontmen. Altogether, For A Second Time adds up to more than the sum of the individual band member’s talents; Daddy the best band that you’ve never heard (yet). (Cedar Creek Music, released 2009)

Review originally published by Blurt magazine, 2009

Vintage Review: Will Kimbrough’s Americanitis (2006)

Will Kimbrough is one of Nashville’s best-kept secrets. An in-demand guitarist that has worked with folks like Rodney Crowell, Jimmy Buffet, and Todd Snider, among others, the Americana Music Association chose Kimbrough as “2004 Instrumentalist of the Year.” The biggest secret, however, isn’t Kimbrough’s talents as a musician (which are well documented at this point), but rather his little-known skills as a singer, songwriter, and performer. Nowhere is this more apparent than with Americanitis, Kimbrough’s third and most personal solo album yet.

Americanitis is Kimbrough’s reaction to the social and political aftermath of 9-11 and the Iraq War, his politically-charged lyrics delivered with intelligence and humility and an infectious musical mix of Beatlesque pop, roots rock and country twang. Kimbrough tempers the commentary of thoughtful songs like “I Lie,” “Pride” and the brilliantly subversive, Britpop-styled “Less Polite” with explorations of love and human relationships. Whereas “Act Like Nothing’s Wrong” offers some timely advice and the Okie blues of “Wind Blowing Change” heralds stormy weather for America, the spry “Enemy” is a rollicking apology to romance gone wrong while “Another Train” is a raucous showcase of Kimbrough’s six-string mastery.

Kimbrough has delivered his most fully realized album yet with Americanitis, pulling off a tight-wire act that would send lesser artists over the edge: balancing social commentary with romantic observations and making both equally entertaining. (Daphne Records, released 2006)

Review originally published by Country Standard Time magazine

Vintage Review: Todd Snider's Peace, Love and Anarchy (2007)

Singer/songwriter, humorist, social commentator, and minor genius, Todd Snider is, perhaps, a man out of time. His effortless mix of rock, folk, country, and blues would not have sounded out of place, say, during the 1965-75 acoustic songwriter-oriented era. Much like his former label boss John Prine, Snider tends to mix words, emotions, and the occasional “big thought” all together on his lyrical palette, setting it all down on a musical canvas with broad strokes.

Unfortunately, while Snider’s approach might have worked during a time when Dylan-inspired wandering troubadours as musically diverse as Prine, Warren Zevon, Bob Frank, Jackson Browne, Arlo Guthrie, and Eric Anderson could successfully record for a major label, these days the bar is set a little higher. You have to move “product” to keep a deal, and Todd Snider is a little too original, a little too eclectic to stick around the majors for long.

Todd Snider’s Peace, Love and Anarchy

During the ‘90s, Snider recorded three albums for Jimmy Buffet’s MCA-distributed boutique label, Margaritaville. Although these albums displayed moments of staggering brilliance (songs like “You Think You No Somebody” or “Rocket Fuel”) and great humor (“Alright Guy,” “My Generation, Pt. 2”), when Snider’s sales failed to exceed his critical acclaim, he found himself out on the street. Those MCA-era albums have been distilled into That Was Me: The Best Of Todd Snider 1994-1998, a fine introduction for those unfamiliar with vintage Todd.

At the dawn of the new century, Snider found a kindred spirit in John Prine and signed with Prine’s label, Oh Boy Records. During this decade, we’ve watched as Snider’s art has matured and deepened over the course of three solid studio albums for Oh Boy, and although the acclaim has gotten louder and Snider’s audience has gradually increased (albeit at a snail’s pace), the artist himself, maybe driven by ambition, decided to leave a comfortable indie home to once again climb onto the lower rungs of the major label game, releasing The Devil You Know in 2006 for Universal’s New Door Records imprint.

As such, Snider’s Peace, Love and Anarchy is the obligatory departing collection of “rarities, B-sides and demos,” culled from his time at Oh Boy Records. Although there are few revelations here – and sparse liner notes offer little in the way of documentation – there are a few gems hidden just beneath the surface. An acoustic version of “Nashville,” seemingly a demo from Snider’s East Nashville Skyline, works perfectly well without full instrumentation, while “Missing You,” a demo from 2000’s Happy To Be Here, is a little too rough around the edges to fit comfortably.

I Feel Like I’m Falling In Love

A talented songwriter with a penchant for clever phrasing, Snider has had several of his songs recorded by other singers, and a few of these are represented by Snider’s demo versions of the songs on Peace, Love and Anarchy. Personally, I’d like to see what Snider’s longtime musical foil Will Kimbrough could do in the studio with a full band version of “I Feel Like I’m Falling In Love,” originally recorded by Jack Ingram. Ingram also recorded Snider’s “Barbie Doll,” a bluesy song that displays Snider’s intelligent wordplay. The demo for “Deja Blues,” recorded by legendary country outlaw Billy Joe Shaver, is a twangy acoustic number that would also sound good with a full band behind it.  

As with any collection of this sort, Peace, Love and Anarchy includes a couple of clunkers in the mix. Snider’s cover of Jerry Jeff Walker’s “Stoney” is so lifeless that it barely registers, and it sadly includes accompaniment by not one, but two local Nashville journalists – Peter Cooper and Nicole Keiper. Cooper’s fingerprints are also all over “Some Things Are,” a decent song and a better performance, but with listing vocals that range from a folkie whisper to a bluesy growl, it’s not one of Snider’s better moments. Now I don’t begrudge Cooper, the Nashville Tennessean newspaper’s frontline music journalist, his opportunities as a musician, but as the overall producer for Peace, Love and Anarchy, surely he could have found some Todd Snider songs in the vault that didn’t involve his own (unremarkable) performances?    

It is with the musical “rarities” and not with the demos, however, that the treasures of Peace, Love and Anarchy are revealed. “Old Friend” is a fine country-flavored duet, of sorts, between Snider and Jack Ingram, with traditional country instrumentation (dobro, mandolin, steel guitar) provided by Peter Holsapple (The dB’s). Holsapple also appears on “Combover Blues,” a humorous song that should become an anthem for middle aged rockers everywhere. “East Nashville Skyline” is a love letter to Snider’s adopted neighborhood that should have been included on the album of the same name, while the mostly spoken-word “From A Roof Top” offers non-natives a bird’s-eye view of historic East Nashville.

The Reverend’s Bottom Line

Closing the album, “Cheatham Street Warehouse” is a full-blown rocker, the kind of highly-personalized story-song that Snider does as well, if not better, than anybody. With a band featuring Tommy Womack on guitar, drummer Craig Wright, and pedal steel wizard Lloyd Green, the song is a lo-fi delight, Snider’s soulful vocals barely struggling above the mix while the band bashes and crashes with ramshackle delight. Overall, the good and grand here outweighs the simply mediocre, making Peace, Love and Anarchy a solid collection with many songs that will appeal to Snider’s loyal fans. For newcomers, however, I’d recommend any one of Snider’s Oh Boy albums as the place to start familiarizing yourself with this talented and underrated performer. (Oh Boy Records, released February 15, 2007)

Review originally published by the Trademark of Quality (TMQ) blog, 2007

Vintage Review: Webb Wilder's Born To Be Wilder (2008)

Webb Wilder deserves better than he’s gotten from the music biz. During a ten-year period circa 1986-96, the larger-then-life performer delivered five simply brilliant albums that combined roots-rock, rockabilly, hillbilly, honky-tonk, surf-rock, and rockin-blues. Although WW developed a cult following stateside, along with a significant European fan base, Wilder never got the break that would have broken him to a larger mainstream U.S. audience. Instead, much of his back catalog lies wrapped up in legal contradictions and label politics, with only Wilder’s indie-label-released debut, It Came From Nashville, re-purposed for the digital age.  

Better than 20 years after the release of Wilder’s breathless debut album, the singer and a modernized version of his ‘Beatnecks’ band are still spankin-and-crankin’ out the tunes. In 2005, WW and crew released About Time, their first work in almost nine years, a collection of inspired covers along with a handful of Bobby Field originals. The acclaim enjoyed by About Time would directly lead to the recording of the live album at hand, Born To Be Wilder. Captured onstage at a Birmingham, Alabama club in August 2005, the performance was also taped for a subsequent DVD release.

Webb Wilder’s Born To Be Wilder

For those of you keeping score at home, here’s the straight poop: Born To Be Wilder is, track-by-track, identical to the bonus CD that came with Wilder’s 2006 DVD release, Live In Concert. So, if you have that DVD, then Born To Be Wilder is probably unnecessary…unless you want an easier-to-transport copy of the disc in its own case to throw in your car (for those of you who haven’t given up and joined the iPod generation). To further complicate matters, this same live set was also released in Europe by Dixiefrog Records as It’s Live Time! Did all of you get that? Good.

Born To Be Wilder features fifteen songs, about a third of ‘em from About Time, the rest culled from the artist’s deep back catalog. Some of these are Wilder classics, and songs like “Tough It Out,” the rollicking “Poolside,” “How Long Can She Last” and the crowd-pleasing “One Taste of the Bait” stand up to repeated listening in any setting. They’re all just well-constructed, superbly-performed story-songs with a strong rock-n-roll heartbeat. Some of the newer material measures up well, especially the cover of obscure country vocalist (and my former neighbor) Tommy Overstreet’s honky-tonk weeper, “If You’re Looking For A Fool.”

Unfortunately, there’s something vital missing from Born To Be Wilder. The usually brilliant R.S. “Bobby” Field’s production falls short here. Whereas Field, who has worked with Wilder since high school in Mississippi, typically captures the mythical WW sound perfectly, these performances seem to have been stripped of their spontaneity, grit and muscle. The sound is too antiseptic, the recording far too slick and well-mannered to effectively convey the WW vibe.

A share of the blame should be levied on Wilder and his band as well, all of which are solid, if not usually spectacular players. The performances here are mostly all lacking the nearly-supernatural, raw rock ‘n’ roll vibe of a typical Web Wilder show; not surprisingly, the older material fares better. But simply listen to the ‘80s-era live tracks tacked onto the end of the It Came From Nashville and you’ll hear the stark difference for yourself. Although most of the songs here are road-tested, tried-and-true rockin’ foo, Born To Be Wilder simply lacks the one-shot knockout punch we’ve come to expect from Webb.

The Reverend’s Bottom Line   

In this light, I’d grade Born To Be Wilder with a reluctant ‘B’...still better than just about any other wet-behind-the-ears, roots-rock rug-rats that you’ll run across in this day and time, but a far cry from the A+ work delivered by WW on Doo Dad or Acres of Suede, or even the A- I’d award to About Time. Maybe age is catching up with the big man, maybe this was just an off night, but when you set the bar as high as Wilder has in the past, you have to be spry enough to either jump over or limbo under...and Born To Be Wilder does neither. (Released by Blind Pig Records, 2008)

Review originally published by the Trademark of Quality (TMQ) blog