This ain't jes' Kevn Kinney's (he of Drivin' 'n Cryin' fame) CD, it's also the domain of a curious group one never knows quite what to expect from each time out: the Golden Palominos. I mean, they've played with Jack Bruce, Syd Straw, Peter Blegvad, Richard Thompson, John Lydon, Henry Kaiser, John Zorn, and a vast array of eclecticians and staples, so how do ya nail 'em down? What really incited this disc, though, is even more curious: Kinney and Palominos founder Anton Fiers' love of some interesting pre-corporo-rokk sides: Terry Reid's River, The Faces' First Step, Marc Benno's Minnows, and The James Gang's Rides Again. You don't see those LPs very much referred to any more by crits let alone cited by musicians.
Thus, A Good Country Mile trips back decades from an almost post-cowpunk sensibility incorporating Moby Grape (another of Fiers' loves), a touch of Brinsley Schwarz, maybe some Bronco, that sort of thing. It's countryside thick, keening, twangy, and, in the lengthy title cut (9:45), surprisingly prairie soulful, quiet but hypnotic, my favorite track and a very compelling lay. It bulks up on the rock heave vibe deep into the song, but that segment serves as energetic contrast and exalted finale, doing both well. I'd place this cut right beside some of JP Jones' best. It has that depth and sincerity—more than a little, as Bryan Ferry would put it, Dylanesque.
Never Gonna Change embraces a great Tom Petty sound by way of Neil Young, and Bird, the second long cut (9:09) in the collection, showcases a mouth-watering instrumental section. Four guitarists make their moves (Kinney, Tony Scherr, Jim Campalongo, and Chris Masterson) throughout the goings on for the entirety of the disc, and more than once I coulda swore Slash was liquored up and sittin' in, 'cause the Savage Factor crashed through the front door and raced around the log cabin like a backwoods demon hunting another flask of moon. What most intrigued, though, was that, as I listened through a second time, I was taking a real shine to A Good Country Mile, so I'm winding this up in order to spin it a third time, always most intrigued when the music starts transforming right in my ears. It means something.
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