Not every week in
the year will feature some seminal album that is going to keep everyone
listening and talking for months to come. It just can't. In a world where every
week sees the release of at least half a dozen new albums, it's inevitable
there will be weeks where nothing earth-shaking comes out.
All of this is
not to say that the albums released on these weeks are bad, per se, but rather
most will come and go with making much of a splash. In such a week The Lone
Bellow's second album, Then Came the
Morning, fits the bill perfectly – a completely agreeable jaunt through the
Americana sonic landscape with some interesting digressions.
The Lone Bellow
(Brian Elmquist, Kanene Doheney Pipkin and Zach Williams) quietly arrived on
the scene in 2013 with a lovely little record that was firm-footed in the
southern folk tradition that has inspired so many bands, from Mumford and Sons
to The Lumineers. On that album, the trio resisted the big sound expansion that
the aforementioned groups had embraced and instead kept it small and intimate.
On Then Came the Morning they go big
without going bigger, thanks to The National's Aaron and Bryce Dessner, who
serve as producer and instrumentalist, respectively. Their fingerprints are all
over the album, but never in an obvious way. It's all little touches, added
horns or strings here and there, which create a deeper sound for the group.
From the word
"go" it's evident this is a bigger record – listen to the opening
harmony work that kicks-off "Then Came the Morning," the album's
first song. It's rich and glorious – at once reminiscent of Fleet Foxes' best
work without actually sounding anything like them – and Bryce's strings
contribute beautifully without being in any way overwhelming. It reminds me a
lot of a piece of classical music and it is definitely my favorite opening
track of the year so far.
Williams' vocals
are front and center for the first quarter of the album, which works because he
has one of those voices that will immediately remind you of someone (for me
it's Glen Hansard) but when he uses it to lift the lyrics, like on "Fake
Roses," it's really something.
The band still
has those quiet, acoustic-driven folk ballads down pat, as evidenced by
Pipkin's lovely turn on "Call to War" – the way she takes her voice
to just a slightly higher register on lyrics like "Til the Southern wind
puts me six feet down/My feet will march to holy ground," will absolutely
floor you. The guitar and piano-driven "Telluride" is also a
wonderfully simple traveling song that cuts to the quick.
The Lone Bellow is
clearly intent on expanding not only their sound but their well of influences,
or at least they are more interested in sampling from a broader spectrum of
genres. This leads to tracks like "Watch Over Us" which is
reminiscent of Basement Tapes-era Bob Dylan and The Band – I would actually
love to have heard The Band take a crack at this in an alternate universe where
all the members are all still with us.
Also extremely
successful is their foray into country on "Diners" which name-checks
George Jones and Johnny Cash's classic "Cry! Cry! Cry!" The band
builds its sound verse by verse, and by the end it's a real country weeper,
complete with a perfect piano line and pedal guitars.
Less successful
is "Heaven Don't Call Me Home," which sees the trio trying on the
blues with a guitar-riff taken right out of Gary Clark Jr.'s "Don’t OweYou A Thang." It's not a bad effort, nor is "If you Don't Love
Me" (another blues number) but these songs don't play to the band's
strengths – beautiful vocal work and shimmering instrumentation. Still, I'll
never fault artists for trying something out of their comfort zone, even if the
effort is less than stellar.
It's too early to
tell if Then Came the Morning will
stick around in my head or merely pass like the snows of winter, but right now
it's a comforting creation that occasionally makes me stop whatever I'm doing
and listen with greater attention. That's more than enough to earn it the top
spot for the week.
Then Came the Morning is out on Descendant.
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