A gem
Nice blues here.
Total Tracks: 14 Total Length: 37:16
My definition of music for Sundays was formed back in 1976. I was nine years old, and my family had not yet left Long Island, New York -- where my young parents would host backyard clambakes and my friends and I could ride our bikes to the convenience store to buy supplies for our all-candy picnics -- for Orlando, Florida, where the gardens had snakes and among the many chain restaurants was a place called… more »
My definition of music for Sundays was formed back in 1976. I was nine years old, and my family had not yet left Long Island, New York — where my young parents would host backyard clambakes and my friends and I could ride our bikes to the convenience store to buy supplies for our all-candy picnics — for Orlando, Florida, where the gardens had snakes and among the many chain restaurants was a place called… more »
Not quite as stripped-down as her 2002 full-length debut (at age 60), Precious Bryant’s 2004 follow-up still retains the homey warmth and low-key charm of that surprisingly successful, double-W.C. Handy-nominated release. Adding her son Tony Bryant on bass, drummer J.D. Mark, and even a second guitarist, Jake Fussell, on two tracks doesn’t undercut Bryant’s honeyed but lived-in voice and restrained guitar accompaniment. An eclectic and somewhat curious mix of traditional gospel songs rearranged by Bryant, a few classic blues such as Willie Dixon’s “My Babe,” and even some saucy R&B covers like Denise LaSalle’s “Don’t Jump My Pony” and the Irma Thomas hit “You Can Have My Husband,” the album nonetheless succeeds due to Bryant’s delicate exuberance. She strums her electric guitar with a primitive yet melodic abandon that perfectly offsets her vulnerable vocals. The often brushed drums and hushed bass expand the sound only moderately, and some tunes revert to a solo performance. The Southern rhythmic approach is similar to, but much less aggressive than that taken by some on the Fat Possum roster, and there isn’t a hint of a guitar solo in sight. The 14 compact but leisurely performed songs fly by in just under 40 minutes, just enough to entertain but not so much that the sound becomes repetitious. It’s this innate sense of dynamics combined with nonchalant low-key charm that makes Bryant so special. On the title track, it feels like she is sitting next to you as she softly caresses her guitar against the effortless elegance of the song’s lyrics. It is that atmospheric impression of relaxed simplicity that makes this album such unbridled and disarming fun. – Hal Horowitz
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