Loose Music have long proved themselves dab hands at discovering emerging American artists and releasing their albums over here in the UK. They’re no slouches however when it comes to home grown talent and their latest discovery, Norwich based Brown Horse, shows that they still have their ear to the ground.
The band, a six piece outfit, are grounded in the classic sounds of 1990s alt country. Listening to the album recalls days listening to off kilter songs by the likes of Granfaloon Bus, The Silver Jews and Clem Snide, or indeed, Loose Music’s own early sampler albums which were instrumental in bringing this strain of music to a wider audience.
Much of the album sounds endearingly home made in its execution. Accordions huff and puff, guitars and fiddles are scrubbed and scraped, the Felice Brothers come to mind at times, another band not afraid to sound as if they just tumbled out of bed and pressed the record button. The stall is set from the opening song, Stealing Horses, a wayward journey through tumbledown country rock, Neil Young grunge and Palace Brothers shambles mixed into one fine opening number but it’s eclipsed by the following title track which sounds as if it needs crutches as it limps (quite magnificently it has to be said) across a blasted heath of scowling guitars, plaintive banjo and wheezy accordion.
With singer Patrick Turner sounding suitably wounded and vulnerable across the tracks, he’s in need of support and the band set out some excellent scaffolding to support him. There’s a reliably chunky country rock feel to Shootback and Everlasting actually has some polish to it with a stately piano added to the mix while the lengthy Paul Gilley, a song about a drowned songwriter (the writer of Cold, Cold, Heart, and I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry, both hits for Hank Williams), approaches the best of the early Whiskeytown days. For those who want a full blooded Neil Young like guitar thrash then Bloodstain and Silver Bullet should satisfy that fix.
Outtakes, towards the end of the album is another accordion inflected wheeze which also features some very fine twangy guitar and they close on an intimate note with Called Away, a delicate and wistful song which, with its rippling guitars and slithers of harmonica, banjo and accordion, give it a fine back porch feel.
Reservoir is quite an astounding debut album with the band showcasing a true affinity with classic alt country and we’d suggest that you get a copy so you can tell folk that you were with the band on the ground floor.