Ms. WIlliams' newest album has consistently been getting poor reviews. Even Rolling TeenybopperStone ripped it, although inexplicably still rating it four stars. Her first three albums were all spectacular, but of all releases since Car Wheels on a Gravel Road, the only one I've consistently liked after repeated listens is Live at Fillmore
“Live @ The Fillmore” (Lucinda Williams)
No Depression goddess tries her hand at depressing mediocrity.The most powerful introduction to Lucinda Williams's new record comes not from the languid, repetitive opener “Are You Alright?” but from the liner-note inscription by her poet father, Miller Williams: “You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.” As one of the past decade's most esteemed songwriters, Lucinda's strong suit has always been finding such ulterior junctures, whether we catch a glimpse of them through her kitchen window while “Loretta's singin' on the radio” or in her bedroom as she lies on her back to “moan at the ceiling.”
What's disappointing about the majority of West—most its songs addressing the loss of a lover and the passing of Lucinda's mother—is the scarcity of such confidential details.
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