Kelly Hogan and the Pine Valley Cosmonauts
Beneath the Country Underdog
[Bloodshot]
Rating: 8.1
In my humble and highly suspect and subjective opinion, I'm not sure Kelly
Hogan needs a six-piece band backing her up.
The first time I saw Kelly, she was playing with Bill Taft in what later
became known as their "Kick Me" shows. It was January, 1993 in a tiny
little coffeeshop in Tallahassee, Florida, and the only two sounds in the
room were Taft's guitar and Hogan's voice. It was the duo's first ballsy,
show-must-go-on tour after the highway claimed the lives of half their
previous band, the Jody Grind, just months earlier. The performance was
one of the most tragic, powerful and magical moments I've ever seen, and
almost holy in its austerity.
But when Hogan veers away from her Spartan-bohemian aesthetic, she gets
results like her debut solo record: a watered-down reworking of her
brilliant changepurse of songs from the legendary and uranium-rare Kick
Me self-distributed cassette. Over-arranged and over-produced, the
disc was the first sign of the negative impact Taft's absence might have.
Then, one of her more recent live performances was marred by her frequent
glowers and scowls at Andy Hopkins, including a singled-out dressing-down
of the guitarist at the end of a particular song he rushed along at a
forced death march pace.
And while we're on the subject, I wonder about
the growing influence of Hopkins, a member of Hogan's regular backing band...
now all the "Let's Get Stinko Music" writing credits on Beneath the
Country Underdog are shared billing. Though they aren't the worst
songs on the album, they aren't the best, either.
So now she's got a full band complement, whether she needs it or not.
I'll concede that for a project such as this one-- a resuscitation of the
ethic of the silver age of country and western-- it's a necessary evil.
Which is why I approach this as more a Kelly Hogan project and less an
equitable collaboration or even a guest vocal shot with a band in their
own right. Chalk it up to reviewer bias.
Kelly Hogan is one of those rare singers who can coax tears by singing a
single note (no, I mean in a good way). At her best, she did that in
every single song. These days, it's more like once per album. In the case
of Beneath the Country Underdog that touching, gooseflesh-raising
moment comes in "Papa Was a Rodeo," a song penned by the Magnetic Fields'
Stephin Merritt. Paced and poignant, Hogan's drawled soprano beatifies
the track. The rest of the album, with the exception mentioned above, is
merely excellent, and Hogan simply mortal.
Hogan's been busy recently, guesting for everyone from John Wesley
Harding to Bonnie "Prince" Billy, and all the favors get called in for
this one. The guest list is as long as a White House coffee fundraiser's.
Harding as well as Edith Frost, Ana Eggs, Mike Geier, and a host of
lesser-known names all peek in.
But backstory, personnel, and Kelly's always-on singing aside, the songs
are the most fascinating part of the album. As they should be. Mixed
equally among the 11 tracks are five Hogan/Hopkins originals. They're up
to par, albeit a little corny in parts, especially "Crackers Rule" and "I
Don't Believe in You." There's only one truly cringe-worthy track, the
sickening "Wild Mountain Berries"-- an ill-advised too-campy-for-its-own-good
duet with "Rudy Day" Hopkins. In stark contrast is the Cosmonaut-penned
"Mystery," written by guitarist/Mekon Jon Langford.
As far as the rest of the covers, you aren't playing the odds if you expect
anything written by Willie Nelson to be worse than below average, especially
a standout like the haunting "I Still Can't Believe You're Gone." Freddie
Hart's #1 hit, "Easy Loving," finds Hogan nailing a dead-on Patsy Cline clone
croon. And the Band's "Whispering Pines" is welcome, if familiar, company as
the disc's closer.
I wanted to view Beneath the Country Underdog as an exorcism of Kelly
Hogan's traditional C&W; demonic influences-- signed, sealed and recorded, and
then back to the dark, quirky pop again. However, the adoration Hogan
displays for the material put that idea to bed quick enough. She has a
crush on the genre. But unlike most crushes, this one might just be
requited.
-John Dark