Artist.......: Gill Landry
Album........: The ballad of Lawless Soirez
Label........: Nettwerk Records
Genre........: Indie
Catnr........: n/a
source.......: CDDA
rip.date.....: Feb-13-2007
str.date.....: Jan-30-2007
quality......: VBR/44.1Hz/Joint-Stereo
Url..........: n/a
track title time
01. Poor Boy 04:15
02. Lawless Soirez 04:02
03. Dixie 03:22
04. Loneliness 02:41
05. Ugly Town 02:30
06. Desiree 03:04
07. Anjolie 02:54
08. Magdalene 03:18
09. Mexico 03:28
10. Gasoline Legs 04:43
11. Coal Black Heaven 04:01
12. Mutiny 02:47
Runtime 41:05 min
Size 54,5 MB
Release Notes:
In lesser hands, Gill Landry's tableaus would come
off contrived; his meticulously depicted portraits
of the underside, unfulfilled, undesired, and
unworthy would be busted as bogus. But Landry's too
sharp a storyteller, too tunedin a craftsman, too
real, to find himself on the wrong side of
suspicion. Like Tom Waits, John Prine, Steve Earle,
and recentyears Dylan, Landry is downtobusiness
believable. His songs carry their own persona, and
though they may be creepy and otherworldly at times
and nasty and grubby at others, they're familiar
while remaining at arm's length. Just as you know
the stark, dark, sleek BW abandoned pulpnoir street
of the CD cover, even if you've never been unlucky
enough to find yourself there, you've run into the
soused slobs of "Dixie" and the sorryass denizen of
"Ugly Town" and the dark clouds of "Mutiny" and the
"graveyard eyes" of "Desiree." You may not want
Landry's characters over for dinner, but you
recognize them when you see them. When Landry tags
the subject of "Gasoline Legs" as having "nothing
to lose/Poisoned with a vision/Back turned to the
ocean/Sleeping in the arms of hurricanes," his
words, though hardly translucent, are clear and
picturesque nonetheless. He's never a waster of
images, nor of sounds: the only embellishments he
chooses are the ones he needs. With its mariachi
horns and mournful violins and timewarp clarinet,
the twangy guitars and understated organ, The
Ballad of Lawless Soirez creates its own world,
somewhere between "the shoulders of highways," the
"twisted streets" of Paris, and the great
"loneliness in the middle of nowhere." Landry is
schooled and immersed in the great Americana
musical traditions and he wears them well, his
voice just labored enough to ensure he's been there
and back and just homey enough to make you want to
walk his lonely avenues. AMG