Channeling Howlin' Wolf's electrified big city blues, Jordan's blood-stained West Bank, Bruce Springsteen's suburban interstate restlessness, and the Texas outlaw Willie Nelson's infamous drug-bust outside Waco, Mark Ambrose's songs read like a homemade roadmap of the beautiful and idiotic modern world. These are songs about songs, about myths, about old-timer love with an unashamed capital "L", about death and suffering and redemption, about how things--sometimes thankfully for the better--are not always as they appear. Hallelujah.
--Dave Meeker |
