Freakwater
End Time
[Thrill Jockey]
Rating: 5.5
By all rights, when a critical assessment of this musical decade is made,
the influence of country on its more popular cousin, rock, will have to be
reckoned with. Sure, country- rock rambled about long before the '90s
first messed its pants, and certainly the Eagles enjoyed more fame and
amassed a greater fortune than any of their '90s counterparts.
However, the vigor and sincerity with which this decade's cowpoke rockers
mined rock's agrarian roots have paved a larger and more permanent inroad
on our cultural landscape than any of country rock's forebears managed.
But while innovators like Uncle Tupelo and the Jayhawks left their mark,
the small movement they spawned would always remain a half length from
monumental greatness, hamstrung by its incessant and narrow gaze toward
the past. These days, there are still plenty of alt-country albums at your
local record store, but the great ones are few and far between. Most
content themselves with a comfortable pleasantness, for reasons presented
as if for study on Freakwater's latest release, End Time.
Before Bob Dylan hit the scene in the early '60s, authenticity mattered
little to popular music and its consumers. It wasn't because music fans
were satisfied by counterfeits, but rather because, amongst a dense forest
of three- minute songs about drag racing, it was of little consequence
whether a singer actually felt what they sang. Keepin' it real, despite
it's location centered in the heart of the country movement, is still a
relative newcomer to the music world.
To both its credit and its detriment, the alt-country genre finds value in
retaining the intangible "feeling" of the tradition it so zealously pursues.
Here, Freakwater is a perfect example. Nearly flawlessly capturing both the
sound and mood of traditional folk country, with its usually pessimistic
characters, dobros and mandolins, the band successfully brings to life a
collection of songs on End Time that could just as easily have been
written two or three decades ago. And though Freakwater chooses a higher
ground than country's usual trailer park cliché, and aspires musically to a
tradition higher than the consistent drivel turned out in Nashville, the
music here is country in the raw, Appalachian sense.
While the band often finds success on this extremely listenable album (the
opening track "Good for Nothing" is the shiniest gem of the bunch),
Freakwater, in tune with the alt-country masses, offers nothing new here.
In perfecting the authenticity of the album, they've succeeded in taking
the music backward, but have failed to move it forward. The future may
find Freakwater in more applicable form, but on End Time, they
have little more to offer than a pleasant ride through America's backwoods.
-Neil Lieberman