Any group that finds its genesis in a clothing-optional environment automatically gets my attention, and that's precisely how Bourgeois Gypsies birthed. Perhaps germane to such an origin, Kaisa McDonald's vocal style has been likened to a drunken ramble, and that's an apt enough description of the entire sound of the band, a pleasantly tipsy tone that both relaxes and invigorates.
Can't Lose You is most anthemic of their sound, a blend of mellow chart music, Americana, and idiosyncrasy. The fivesome preserves the genteel side of the wild west, civilized but dusty and sunkissed in hazy amber rays from a sun of older days. The music typifies when the civilization of the eastern seaboard was moving in to tame down westward excesses but well before the advent of the stifling bureaucratic weasels who drowned individualism and the enjoyment of life in sacrifice to corporate gods. Worry only reinforces that. In fact, the entire CD does, as it never frets about fire and thunder, satisfied to amble contentedly in primrose and hyacinth, rockin' and rootin' about in the bramble.
Train Song, on the other hand, brings out the group's highly engaging humorous side musically and lyrically, a marvelous piece of ingenuity that reinvigorates that much-neglected section of the music world. Time was when the novelty song was a much sought item, its attractiveness having been proven time after time on the charts, and this stands with some of the very best, clever as hell and impossible to turn away from.
In all, it may take a moment or two to really lock into what this ragtaggy ensemble is doing, as the sound and approach of are pretty offbeat, but, trust me, you very quickly develop an affection for the Bourgeois Gypsies and their deceptively narcotic ways.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
Copyright 2009, Peterborough Folk Music Society.
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