Throwing
the listener straight into the deep end of the pool Gary Sunshine
challenges perceptions with an opening track that sounds like a
corroboration between Beck, Dylan, Cohen and The Suicide Twins.
'If you
see the Devil' is the soundtrack to the wrong side of the tracks.
It's
romanticism wrapped up in barfly eloquence, and by dragging an
unflinching gutter monologue into the light Gary has laid his cards
on the table for all to see.
For all
intents and purposes it doesn't sound like he is here to beg for your
patronage, but instead is spilling his musical guts out and leaving
us to take it or leave it.
There's a
refreshing 'I've been around the block a few times and this is it,
make of it what you will' attitude that pervades the song and gives
it a great deal of power.
For an
opening track it sets the bar high, but 'a gentleman with a gun
strapped to his ankle' confirms that it wasn't a solitary fluke, as
does every other subsequent song.
This is
an album that's the soundtrack to wakening up in an unfamiliar flop
house with bloodstains on the sheets, the shakes, a fresh tattoo and
a woman whose wearing your grandmothers wedding ring lying next to
you.
Depending
on your outlook that could be a good, or bad, thing.
Regardless
of whether it is your thing or not it does provide a voyeuristic
thrill.
By the
time it checks in at 'Mexico' we're on a road trip to hell and past
the point of no return.
The
Rubicon is the rear view mirror and we've committed ourselves to
seeing this out.
People
come and people go, there's good times and bad times, the sun rises
and sets on us and there's some countrified and bluesy fear and
loathing going on.
In fact a
great deal of this is akin to gonzo literature put to music.
Every
song is a short story, a little snapshot of a time and place with
fully formed characters living in it, and then you take a step back
and the whole album is a loose story of recollections of a wandering
troubadour who has clocked a great deal of miles on the road.
It's rare
to claim that an album is a 'must have', but Gary Sunshine has made
one here.
It's a
classic in every sense of the word. A slap in the face for anyone who
mistakenly claims that no one is doing anything of worth any more.
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