Comparisons are being made between Trevor Alguire and cats like Steve Earle, Tom Petty, Blue Rodeo, etc. Hmmmm, I'll agree somewhat with the Petty attribution, but, given the ambiance of Till Sorrow Begins to Call, especially the moment you hit the momentous second cut, I Suppose, I'd place him much more with folkers like Eric Anderson, Gordon Lightfoot, Mickey Newbury, Hoyt Axton, that sort of chap, though not quite in any of their exact domains. Alquire's quintessentially country but represents a very underpopulated segment of the genre, that of the cowboy troubador. Take a look at that intriguingly post-industrial snapshot of him inside the liner: this ain't no shitkicker though he's as Southern as they come. Rather, the guy's whatcha might wanna call a thinking urban cowboy…minus all the paraphernalia and bullshit.
With a spot-on crew of twangy, heat-soaked, rurally raised, dusty musicians, there's a pungent strain of striated sunsets, blazing suns, and locusts permeating Alguire's work, a sense of olden days stubbornly yielding to the new, obstinate but determined not to go the way of the steam train. Whoever's playing the pedal steel goes uncredited, but the guy has a beautiful, ethereal, spiritually aching quality to his chops, slow, serene, and world weary. That existential tone matches Alguire's 'been there, done that, not sure I learned my lesson but I'm trying' philosophical leaning. There's no swagger here, no hooting, no testosterone-fueled yee-haw but instead reminiscence and pensivity regarding love, life, travails, everything the average working slob—like, uh, me for instance and like you too—endures as he or she trudges off to another day in the factory, or to wonder just what all this is supposed to be about.
Darkness picks up the pace at one point but not the mood. Perky and vaguely recalling Greg Kihn's Remember by way of Merle Haggard, it nonetheless invokes rueful memories of inclement days and questionable ways while ya bootscoot and grin. Then there's the progressive country refrains of The Years followed by the laconic With Trust Comes a Burden. Lots to like here, but, man, I'm tellin' ya right now that I Suppose cut reallllly has its hooks in me.
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