This review comes courtesy of Autopsy IV.
When Justin Townes Earle‘s debut, The Good Life, came out, I didn’t pay it hardly any mind. Months later, when I finally got around to listening to it, I wasn’t really expecting anything special.
My what a difference an album makes.
Don’t let my tardiness in discovering Earle mislead you. I was in pursuit of Midnight at the Movies the minute I knew promo copies were available and it has been on heavy rotation ever since Bloodshot sent it to me. With The Good Life I was expecting to hear the son of a legend fumble through an album he was only able to make because of his father’s name. On Midnight at the Movies, I wondered if he could come close to the masterpiece of The Good Life. Turns out he just may have surpassed it (if that’s possible).
This article appears in Apr 8-14, 2009.
