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R.L. Burnside
A Ass Pocket of Whiskey
(Matador)

Recorded in one afternoon in the Holly Springs, Mississippi, hometown of 69-year-old blues great R.L. Burnside, A Ass Pocket Of Whiskey documents a noisy, spirited session between Burnside, his sideman Kenny Brown, and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, a New York City-based punk-blues reconstructionist trio. It's a strange matchup -- perhaps even sacrilegious to blues purists -- but oddly appropriate. The moments of pure musical chaos are entirely within the realm of the artists' usual work.

Along with friend and fellow bluesman Junior Kimbrough, Burnside is among the primary exponents of a blues tradition born in the remote woods of northeastern Mississippi, removed completely from the twelve-bar boogie style of Chicago blues and even the folk styles of the nearby Delta. Burnside builds his blues around one raw riff that drones on, free even of chord changes. On A Ass Pocket of Whiskey -- cut for the ultra-hip indie label Matador -- the unsophisticated toughness of songs such as "Goin' Down South" and "Shake 'Em On Down" make for thrillingly punk-styled blues -- just the sort of thing the Blues Explosion typically approaches from the opposite direction. With its unorthodox accompaniment (including wheezy theremin and Spencer's trademark shouts), the album may not be the best introduction to Burnside's idiosyncratic artistry. But throughout Ass Pocket, Burnside sounds glad to sacrifice his juke-joint obscurity for a shot at indie-rock credibility.

-- Roni Sarig

The Wallflowers
Bringing Down the Horse
(Interscope)

It took more than three years for the Wallflowers to release this sophomore effort, with the proverbial "growing pains" (read: everyone in the band hates one another) standing in as the official explanation. In this case, the growing pains were severe enough to jettison three of five band members and to cause a parting of ways with at least one label. I was doubtful, therefore, that this year's model could live up to the audacious promise of the band's self-titled 1992 debut.

Okay, so I was wrong. Real wrong.
Bringing Down the Horse is surely one of the year's finest rock records, a gutsy tour de force that lures the listener in, to paraphrase the old Yiddish axiom, "bit by bit, then all at once." The architects of the Wallflowers' sound -- singer/songwriter Jakob Dylan and keyboardist Rami Jaffee -- have wisely recruited fretboard wizard Michael Ward (late of School of Fish), and a first-rate rhythm section (bassist Greg Richling and drummer Matt Chamberlain). Production honors were handled by the ubiquitous T-Bone Burnett.

The result is a quantum leap in intensity. Where the original Wallflowers limited themselves to catchy three-minute ditties, the new incarnation revels in Dylan's incandescent melodies, crafting lush, five-minute songs that juke and sway. "One Headlight" opens with a joyous blast of Hammond B-3 organ and Ward's twangy plucks, with Dylan's raspy vocals deftly steering the song toward that rarely visited terrain where soul and country intersect. The dazzling "6th Avenue Heartache" is a ballad of romantic woe propelled by Ward's undulating slide work. "The Difference" and "Laughing Out Loud" are pounding rockers that distinguish themselves thanks to Dylan's musical hooks and deliciously vengeful barbs.

Frontman Dylan has gone to great pains to downplay the fact that he is Bob's son, understandably. The guy plainly wants to succeed on his own merit, and avoid being crushed by the expectations that come with being the heir of one of rock's greatest songwriters. But the relation is blissfully evident during the album's finest moments. On "3 Marlenas," the younger Dylan narrates the story of a self-destructive belle in a throaty growl whose exquisite phrasing snakes around Jaffe's trilling organ and Ward's gorgeous, three-chord strumming. A wash of strings nudges the song forward, as Dylan croons, "Waking up in somebody's bed/she's gone and dyed her hair red/She only went and did what she did/'Cause he would drive her home, then/There's lipstick on her new dress/She hasn't even paid yet." The quality of those lyrics, along with the gorgeous music that swirls around them, should be enough to silence any doubts as to Jakob's prodigious talents.

Daddy Dylan should be -- must be -- proud.
-- Steven Almond

Jonell Mosser
Around Townes
(Winter Harvest)

Jonell Mosser might be the best singer you've never heard of. Ten years on the Nashville club circuit, a Nashville Music Award for best backup vocalist, a contribution (a cover of the Robert Johnson classic "Crossroads") to the Boys on the Side soundtrack, but no record contract.

Now her bowie knife of a voice rips through her teeny-label debut: thirteen songs, all written by Townes Van Zandt. A dubious way to make one's national entrance, but if you're gonna go that route, you could do a lot worse than Townes. Mosser, whose delivery owes a fair-size debt to Bonnie Raitt (and more than a little to Little Feat), has a great gut sense of the songwriter's vision, and she's frequently able to enrich his singular lyrics beyond what his own quavering phrasing could ever manage.

As with Raitt's work, softer arrangements ("I'll Be Here in the Morning," for example, and "No Place to Fall") can wax sentimental, and the paint-by-numbers production and plodding musical backing are no help. But add the slightest grit and a song soars. The passion of "St. John the Gambler" easily conquers the bluegrassy mandolin that tries to tug it down. Delbert McClinton is there to help out on "If I Needed You," keeping the instrumentation from sailing off into Bruce Hornsby land. Rougher and better yet is the bitterly syncopated "Nothin'," and the sexually charged desperation of the lovely "You Are Not Needed Now" ("Lay down your head with mine/You are not needed now/And we got things to do") is enough to make a dead man's toes curl.

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