In short, there are two ways to approach this disc. On the one hand as intolerant of those who consider a pedal steel is a relic of the past and the so-called American a genre nostaglici failed. Alternatively, you can see the maturity of the talent of the younger Earle, the warm and deep voice, the arrangements well built and, above all, at least 3 pieces scream (the title track, "Workin for MTA" and the closing Rogers Park) . Not that I'm a fan gender and even less can say to know all the infinite derivations. It 's just that these songs (again) feel, date 2010 AD, many of the things that made me love the Alt Country depraved kind of young Uncle Tupelo. But without distorted guitars and vocals grattuggiante for too many excesses. But, after subtracting these "distinctive features", what remains? It remains an attempt to renew a tradition of rebels without a cause that does not necessarily have to hurt your ears. Remains the ability to (re) writing melodies may have heard but never so bright and sincere. Remains, and here there is all the cover, the idea of \u200b\u200ba music that is a metaphor of swimming in the river to cleanse the sins of their fathers and children. And Earle's definitely something they know.
