Look, I've got to be honest with you. I love and respect Lofgren for all he's done for rock n roll, especially Neil and Bruce (his solo on Youngstown during the E-Street reunion tour was one for the ages and still burns every time I play the bootlegs) but Sacred Weapon ain't nothing to get all that excited about.
Sure his playing is spirited and sincere and he sounds pretty damn good. But these songs? OY! Trite rockers like Fat Girls Dance and the closer You Can't Take the Rock (c'mon, you can guess the punchline: out of rock n roll) are almost embarrassing. And what the hell is Pay Your Woman supposed to be about? As a eulogy and tribute to the late rock noir producer David Riggs (Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, Tonight's The Night and numerous Grin discs) leaves a lot to be said.
Fortunately, Nils doesn't lock into this vein (if he were a one trick pony, would we still be listening some thirty memorable years later?) and offers up the gentle elegance of In Your Hands, featuring one of the finest vocals Willie Nelson's pulled off in quite some time. Martin Sexton's earthy harmonies make Whiskey Holler even more plaintive and evocative. Though the spiritually inspired Comfort Your Love Brings is marred by the clunker lyric "Your holy morphine cures the whole damn race" it's still a good man's prayer, as are the quieting Come A Day and Frankie Hang On with Crosby and Nash.
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