Member of Thee Shams kick out soulful, laid-back and thoughtful tales. Bit of drug stagger, sorrowful pleas, slide guitar, and harmonies Neil Young’d nod to.
If you’ve zoned out to Cowboy Junkies or Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb,” you’ll find solace in the flow of this solemn, depressive, and well-assembled dish.
There are a handfulla choruses, like “Jumping the Shark,” that roll like Social D mixed with Randy in powerpop mode, the stuff that’d make a great TV theme.
Gary’s got the chops, the voice, and the songwriting to get and keep your interest, but it’s the “let’s do a country song” ideas that need to be nipped.
They drone, chants looping, awkward guitars stumbling, Lyre singing like a weary choir member, drunk and suicidal. Kinda creepy, makes Rasputina sound poppy.