Like most of us, I have regarded ole Kinky as that dangerous, perhaps degenerate uncle who comes around for the holidays, keeps everyone on their toes while everyone tries to keep him in his little corner, ready to bid him farewell when the time comes. But there's always been more to Kinky than meets the eye: That gleam of sardonic honesty and curiosity.
Kicking off with Kevin Fowler's full throttle, feminist shredding Get Your Biscuits In The Oven, fine performances abound. Lyle Lovett's Sold American sounds like one of Lyle's own. Willie's Ride 'em Jewboy' is subdued hilarity.
If anything poses a problem for this otherwise entertaining disc, the first is that it falls short of forty minutes. If Friedman is so great a songwriter, surely there are more than nine songs to choose from. Might I suggest The Ballad of Charles Whitman, Before All Hell Breaks Loose, Nashville Casualty and Life, or even a High On Jesus or We Reserve The Right To Refuse You Service.
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