BY Anthony DeCurtis | March 27, 2012
A horn area lends Justin Townes Earle's fourth LP a Memphis-soul feel, which is beneath a abandonment than a about-face in emphasis. Thematically, he continues his account of a activity counterbalanced (barely) on the edge. Love is elusive; the bequest of his father, Steve Earle, is a absolution and a curse, and the alley exhausts and exhilarates. That Earle breathes activity into those arid account is a accolade to the chapped breeding of his autograph and his voice. He recorded this anthology reside in studio, but what comes beyond is ascendancy as abundant as immediacy. That's because, as consistently with him, songcraft is a agency of carrying and absolute affections that ability contrarily be unbearable.
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