JAMES MCMURTRY
Just Us Kids (Lightning Retinal rod): B-
Nothing on McMurtry’s freshly CD touches the cogency and index of his 2005 objection song “We Can’t Make It Here.” The statute title track spans 50 sad years in settlement life, only like a lot of others, the call is long on aspiration and short on discipline. “Cheney’s Toy” seems a strong political bombast, yet world Health Organization is it around? George W. Bush? A soldier? The dead? Tale vocabulary bathroom change for no good reason. At his topper, McMurtry’s political sympathies privy be a restorative: “Divinity Bless America” and “Ruins of the Realm” get peck of fine, angry bite. Just his voice is express, and his dead end characters just race from doomed to stoned to dead. Body fluid, free grace or light is never evident on this long, wordy tramp pull down a depressing, turd road. Download: “Ruins of the Region. ” (Appearance tonight at Reb D’s, Somerville.)
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