Artist: Ian McFeron
Album: Time Will Take You
Bitrate: 234kbps avg
Quality: EAC Secure Mode / LAME 3.98.4 / -V0 / 44.100Khz
Label: n/a
Genre: Rock
Size: 61.78 megs
PlayTime: 0h 34min 52sec total
Rip Date: 2013-06-06
Store Date: 2013-04-02
Track List:
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01. Bringin' It Back 2:57
02. How The Money Comes 3:10
03. Down The Road 3:50
04. Long Weekend 3:02
05. The First Cold Day In Fall 3:58
06. Good To Be Back Home 3:57
07. That's The Truth 3:33
08. You Are Like The Sun 3:18
09. Back To The Farm (Life Is Good) 3:22
10. You And Me 3:45
Release Notes:
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With a jingle of tambourine we get a likely candidate for album of the year û
simple as. There is absolutely nothing, and I do mean nothing not to like. With
a band comprised of RyanÆs Cardinals, alongside players from Patti Griffin and
John Hiatt youÆd expect nothing less. ItÆs the good bits of Dylan for sure, and
Mellancamp û even bits of Lennon. There is an undercurrent of Petty in places,
mostly it is just the best thing IÆve heard in a while.
You listen to it wishing that Ryan Adams had this guyÆs barometer of quality,
every Ryan record has 3 or 4 mind blowers, opening couple of tracks on Gold for
example, but his filter isnÆt great. McFeron has none of that, spilling out the
speakers itÆs great song after great song. Soaked in California sunshine one
minute, whirly organ, then deep in the dustbowl the next, weeping fiddle- itÆs
like a greatest hits of everyone you like. Imagine an album of æWinding WheelÆ,
or if EthÆs just spat his cookies out. The opener has CostelloÆs æPump it upÆ
feel about it, itÆs not a pastiche, more hereÆs all my influences, they are
great û so here is a stew made of them. Brad Pemberton on the throne gives some
special ride work, and the production is beautiful, with the mix spot on, æHow
the money comesÆ is an immaculate example. ItÆs Creedance, itÆs The Band and
weÆre only on track 2, a weary tale of life in a band slepping from town to
town, ôI share a whisky with the bar keep before I load the vanö and ôjust
enough cash to make the gasö û anybody playing Americana in the UK knows that
feeling. We get that jangled double repeat chorus end, beloved of TomÆs
Heartbreakers, and then we get a rootsy Chip Talyor style lament on æLong
WeekendÆ. Twangy, you expect a shout of ôTexas Philö at any minute as the fiddle
saws away. The album highlight is difficult to pick, æThe first cold day of
FallÆ is right up there, a piano ballard with a lovely line about autumn that
you can picture happening so clearly, underdressed and without noticing the
seasons changing, maybe just longing to extend your summer yet your presented
ôfirst cold day of fall, I turn up the heat in my carö rather than acknowledge
another year slips by maybe? It is Shawn Mullins, Neal Casel and odd bits of
that bloke out of Hootie, itÆs that washed out, sun bleached, slacker West coast
sound, a country Jack Johnson û all of which is mighty fine with me. Tracks 7 &
8 portray beat-up pick-up trucks, woodyÆs, tired surf boards and riding horses
overlooking the sea and some quality shaker egg work. Just when you have it
taped we get the da-da-da-da organ, funking things up, throughout Micah
HulscherÆs work is divine, but on æBack to the farmÆ it creates that rural
idyll, rootsy, way back home feel, with a dash of 70Æs Stones. ItÆs the best
farm song since Louis ElliotsÆ æMove to the CountryÆ. The closer is a smashing
attempt at 'Trailer for sale or rentÆ Miller, the sound of mopping up spilt
beer, sticky floors and stacking chairs, a country waltz that has you reaching
for the repeat button. It really is a wonderful record.