Steve Earle’s lanky boy’s fourth album. It’s a bluecountry gospel-rockabilly grunge record with soul inflections (well, horns).
It also has Jason Isbell on it, which is always a good thing. The upshot? One of the more charming downand- dismal-me American roots albums of recent times. He may have a slightly world-weary voice, but it works as a vehicle for the kind of feeling Justin is interested conveying, like a lighter, more bedraggled Johnny Cash. With beautifully austere arrangements and playing to boot. Recommended.Reuse content