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Old 97's is one of those bands I got into in the mid-1990s, consumed three of their albums on repeat, and then never really listened to anything else they put out since then. This was around the time of discovering No Depression magazine and the whole Bloodshot Records catalog. The Meat Purveyors. The Handsome Family. The Hollisters. The Jayhawks. The rise of bands in this "alt-country" genre was an easy obsession for anyone like me, who loved punk music and hadn't quite given outlaw country a chance yet. But I fell hard for the Old 97's, in particular. They have this barroom country rock aesthetic with splashes of guitar and rockabilly, and a distinctive jangly guitar sound that makes you feel like you're barreling down a highway full speed through a landscape of someone's sharply rendered life full of thrills, joys, regrets and heartbreak. The lyrics are often silly (in a fun way), but also charming like in "Big Brown Eyes," where frontman Rhett Miller sings, "I'm calling time and temperature just for some company," and later admits, "I've got issues ... yeah
Like I miss you ... yeah," in which the timing is funny, but the sentiment is genuine. Other lyrics are sorrowful, self-effacing, hopeful, and all pretty lushly written, with lots of little winks and nudges and twists and turns. The characters are usually lovesick, rock-bottom, self-deluded. In "Time Bomb," Miller sings, "I got a landmine in my bloodline / I'm not immune to getting blown apart." And, like in some classic country tunes, some characters are lawless and murderous, but never really repulsive. Most of the time, they're pretty relatable, because there's not a lot of pretentiousness or trying-to-be-edgy-ness going on in these songs. The stories can be dark at times, but the music itself is upbeat (even in minor key) and fun to listen to. From what I can tell, the Old 97's keep writing great songs and playing lively shows, finding new characters and themes that have grown with them into midlife, but are still relatable to anyone with a heartbeat. |