With his latest, direction-shifting album, Radium Death, Whitmore beefed up his overall sound while he invited additional musicians to record with him for the first time. If Whitmore lived and performed a century ago, few would believe he was a fresh-faced fellow a day younger than 80. This farm boy from Iowa features a low roll of a growl of that betrays his exterior of Midwestern-calm. Comparisons to the ubiquitous blues-rock duos from Akron, Ohio and Detroit are inevitable (The Black Keys and White Stripes, respectively), but Cook’s slinging and singing and sense of when to throw the hammer down, and when to let off the throttle a touch, is an impeccable sense, and his sound is all his own. From 2014, “Are You Satisfied” is a menacing, entrancing number that’s helped Reignwolf become a regular name on festival posters across the globe. Known to more and more these days as Reignwolf, Cook clearly subscribes to the quality-over-quantity approach as he has but three singles available, though each of them are greasy, thrilling blues-inflected rock-ragers. Over the past few years, one will be hard-pressed to uncover an artist that’s generated more amplified lightning while hardly releasing any studio recorded music than Canada-native slinger Jordan Cook. The albums released under the PPJ name have increased in quality each time out, beginning with 2006’s self-titled debut, and all the way to 2014’s widely-acclaimed There Will Be Nights When I’m Lonely. The mix of roots and emotional electricity at a Possessed by Paul James show is akin to a live electric socket missing its cover as stripped wires spark with flickers of enthralling danger. Indeed, whether Wert is percussively stomping on an old wooden box, sawing a dusty fiddle, picking a banjo, or yelping a song as his head bobs and weaves from a seated position, fans are never under the impression they are seeing and hearing something of this earthly realm. And until very recently, he worked as a full-time school teacher while perform live on the side. Konrad Wert came up with the Possessed by Paul James moniker as a way to channel the spirits of his late grandfather, Paul, and his father, James. Some of these may take a member or two on the road with them occasionally, but it’s when the artist creates alone that the one-man band magic undeniably reveals itself in a gut-tugging, rib-wrenching fashion. While some of the more ambitious artists of this ilk manage to command control over a number of instruments-both acoustic and plugged-in-others are able to give a plucky banjo and some dramatic boot-stomps the feel of a surging power trio.
Thankfully, there are plenty of acts that fit well into a rustic, gritty middle ground between such extremes. Depending on who you ask, the one-man band might be defined as a carnival worker stacking as many instruments as possible onto his back and squeaking and squealing as much as possible, or it may more simply be comprised of a single, overly-earnest artist and a humble guitar. The one-man band is a curious, nebulous concept.
0 kommentar(er)
