Raw and rough in the very best uses of the words; it is primal and in a sense savage, coarse, unpolished, and yet sincere and honest. The music is a melting pot of swamp, Cajun, psychedelic, Preservation Hall jazz, some punk in there too for good measure. It is an interesting hodge-podge of music and the band behind Ray Cashman fits right in there. If you are looking for the polish and smoothness of a Lyle Lovett or Yvette Landry or even Steve Riley - no. This is the un-adulterated mash up of a man/band that plays with passion and feeling and honesty and subtly be damned.
This is Cashman's fifth album and it is filled with eleven songs that reflect on theme's important to him, and all were written by him. These are songs of the hardscrabble South; were there was sometimes not enough food, or love that was askew in one way or another, and always the illicit substances to talk about. It is also the first full disc he did with a band. He plays guitars and banjo as well as handling the vocals, Davis Coen lays down guitar on two tracks, Grace Askew contributes vocals on two tracks, Diego Vasquez tambourine on a track, John Estes bass and organ on a single track, and then Ollie Oshea, fiddle, and Adam Verone drums and washboard are constant throughout the disc. It is rural and it is unrefined and natural, and it is definitely a disc that should not be missed because in its unrefined rawness is its power.
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