I can't believe...
...I first heard this record 20 years ago. It's really stood the test of time. There's not a bad cut on here, but my faves are Let It All Hang Out and, of course, Rocky Top.
...I first heard this record 20 years ago. It's really stood the test of time. There's not a bad cut on here, but my faves are Let It All Hang Out and, of course, Rocky Top.
Scrawl followed their debut (Plus Also Too) with a similar but refined sophomore record. Somewhere in the midst of the hithering thithering din, harmony breaks out... or rather settles down... and an edgy intimacy emerges. Only Scrawl could take the bluegrass staple Rocky Top and turn it into mournful love song worthy of being sung about, not the mountains, but that tattooed loner guy the outsider girl could never get to notice her. But that's only for those privy to her diary. The rest of the world gets her wrath and venom tinged with a hint of sweetness and fuzz. Listen closely with volume high.
An underappreciated classic that is so strong in so many ways, it’s just about perfect. The ballads (dig “Which One Are You?”) soar, the rockers (“Breaker, Breaker,” “Let it all Hang Out”) crunch, and the rest alternately swagger, weep, flip you the bird, and give you a peck on the cheek. The playing sounds like God’s own bar band, and the vocals are just spine-chilling. A real winner.