Ray Wylie Hubbard - The Grifter's Hymnal (2012)





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[Info]

Artist : Ray Wylie Hubbard
Album : The Grifter's Hymnal
Label : Bordello Records
Genre : Blues
Street Date : 2012-03-26
Quality : 239 kbps / 44.1kHz / Joint Stereo
Encoder : Lame 3.98.4 -V0
Size : 81.55 MB
Time : 45:16 min
Url : http://www.amazon.co...-Wylie-Hubbard/

[Tracks]

1. Coricidin Bottle 1:59
2. South Of The River 4:06
3. Lazarus 3:12
4. New Year's Eve At The Gates Of **** 3:30
5. Moss And Flowers 3:15
6. Red Badget Of Courage 4:13
7. Train Yard 3:15
8. Coochy Coochy 3:26
9. Mother Blues 5:56
10. Henhouse 4:30
11. Count My Blessings 4:23
12. Ask God 3:31


[Notes]

Few songwriters are as driven as Ray Wylie Hubbard; at 65, he's writing,
recording, performing, producing, touring, and scoring movies, and doesn't
give a **** if you don't get it. His D.I.Y. aesthetic would make a punk
rocker proud: he owns his own label and publishing company. For the past
decade, Hubbard's distilled his sound to its essences. The Grifter's Hymnal,
co-produced by Hubbard and George Reiff, is an organic follow-up to 2010's
A: Enlightenment B: Endarkenment (Hint: There Is No C), but it's wilder,
nastier. Hubbard's lyric trademarks are intact; he continues to poetically
detail the intersecting worlds he lives in, cultural, spiritual, carnal,
past and present -- his poignant observations are balanced by his wicked
sense of humor. But it's the sound on Grifter's Hymnal that grabs the
listener initially. It captures the raw experience of music-making in the
moment. "Coricidin Bottle" threatens to derail from the jump, a burning
electric solo by his son Lucas and careening kick drums and floor toms by
Rick Richards push it into the red. Ian McLagan's piano fills out the
punchy, electric guitar strut on "South of the River." "Lazarus" (one of
five songs with no bass) is populated by ramped-up, nearly distorted
acoustic slide, handclaps, drums, and bird feeder (!) by Richards. Hubbard's
grizzled delivery keenly observes America's contradictions before razoring
in on gratitude, stating with deadpan certainty: "At least we ain't
Lazarus/who had to think twice about dyin'." The burning rocker "New Year's
Eve at the Gates of ****," is bitingly funny; yet it asks deep questions
about the root nature of good and evil. Audley Freed's electric guitar duels
with Hubbard's slide, Richards' kick drum, and Reiff's bass. Its grit hits
with chaotic force. "Train Yard," written with Liz Foster of the Trishas, is
a dirty-*** sexual love song. Ringo Starr's "Coochy Coochy" features the
Beatle on backing vocals and percussion. Loose, swampy rock fuels "Mother
Blues" (named for the legendary Dallas club); it's part autobiography, part
cultural history, and part reverie; but it's all lyric gold. Hubbard makes
it nearly cinematic without being wordy. "Ask God" evokes the spirit of
Lonnie Johnson in its spooky, minor-key gospel blues. The Grifter's Hymnal
is truly inspired. It's a swaggering, sexy, shake-your-***, greasy, deep
roots record. It pursues the same mercurial muse that bit everyone from
Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, and Howlin' Wolf to the White Stripes, the Black
Keys, and Black Angels, down alleys, in bars and bedrooms, across history,
myth, and space. Hubbard and company have captured it alive and kicking
here. Play it loud.


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