Back in the old days after a particularly raucous Saturday night hoe-down, many of the townsfolk would undoubtedly call Kendel Carson a 'pistol'. "Yup, that girl's a pistol," they'd happily say, walking hand in hand with their honey from the dancehall. Today we embarrassingly fall over ourselves to say "a confidently, exhilarating debut' more cleverly than the next aspiring pundit.
To be honest, I like 'pistol' a hell of a lot better.
Like the irrepressible Carrie Rodriguez before her, Rearview Mirror Tears is another in the renaissance upsurge of Chip Taylor and his protégés (whoever thought the guy would be a certifiable chick magnet?) perfectly capturing the sound of a girl with undeniable talent and vibe. With songs mostly written by Taylor and made whole and wholesome by his posse of players—notably guitarist John Platania and bassist Tony MercaDante—Carson's expressive fiddling, honey voice, and veteran presence (she's only 22) make this disc indelible and playable over and over again.
Pick a song. Any song. Run To The Middle Of The Mornin; the summer playlist perfect I Like Trucks; I Certainly Know Why and the KT Tunstall-ish popper Especially For A Girl. If plaintive elegance and eloquence is the fix you need, cue up Take Me Down To The River; Gold In The Hills Of Saltery Bay; and There's No Angel On My Shoulder from the bonus 2 song CD.
Kendel Carson's a pistol alright. And her sights are aimed high.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
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