Holy Toledo! This one starts with the kick of Kentucky mule, a cut soaked in lick-drenched bluegrass and the kind of energy that makes caffeine pale by comparison: Baby You Ain't Baby, a kiss-off to a soon-to-be used-to-be female who ain't what she shoulda been, just cranks up and charges out of the gate, followed by a similar plaint, Please, a milder but still swingin' number regarding a skunk male who just lost his own good thing. Baby is sung by Jon McIntosh, Please by Angie Young, sister to Jon, and there's something very very cool about juxtaposing the two thuswise, bookended laments on the same situation by the opposite genders. They're followed by a great Jesus song, He Loves Me, and we're off to Appalachian heaven.
Jett's Creek is a trio, with Jon on guitar and vocals, Angie singing, and J. Adam McIntosh, the third sibling, on banjo (and, man, can he play that axe!), lead guitar, mando, and vocals. A quartet of sit-ins who definitely know their stuff add further depth and color. This group is just as capable of ballads as a git-down hoedown, as shown in One Small Problem, featuring Angie's gingham-decked voice with the flanking lads' backing refrains wafting gently in. Angie and J. Adam have written a few of their own songs, the rest are taken from such sources as Larry Gatlin, in his Denver and its immortal "Is there life after Denver / Is there life after Colorado at all?".
Angie's singing is definitely the stand-out here, and she's loaded up with spunk and verve. Gun Powder and Lead takes firm control:
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
…and you believe every syllable, trust me. When she cuts loose, that voice slices through the air and heads straight between the eyes, landing twixt quivering ears, raising the hairs on the back of your neck more than just a mite. Adam sounds as though he's just up from the junction and as down home as a blue tick hound. Thus, no matter where you head in this CD, one and all will feel as though a harvest moon is waxing way up high, bullfrogs are chuggarumping in the pond just down the lane, and all is right with the world in the high lonesome and down in the crossroads, even when it ain't…but that's the human condition.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
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