Nuzzle
San Lorenzo's Blues
[Troubleman Unlimited]
Rating: 8.5
The river is a powerful archetype in the American folk tradition, serving as the source of
both spiritual and visceral life, and as the primary thoroughfare of the escapist long before
the automobile and the interstate highway system allowed Springsteen to dream of the two lanes
that could take him anywhere. As the namesake of Nuzzle's pre- millennial release, the San
Lorenzo River acts as the centerpiece for the album's unique contemplation of that archetype.
The San Lorenzo is one of those elusive half- rivers populating the Central California middle
ground that separates the truly lush forests north of San Francisco from the arid desert south
towards Los Angeles. Bolstered by increased rains in the winter and snow melt in the spring,
the San Lorenzo occasionally flows heavily through the coastal town of Santa Cruz, only to be
sent hiding into its bed by the summer's drier climes.
A concept album of sorts, San Lorenzo's Blues was primarily written during the band's
stay in Santa Cruz-- it's blues in demeanor only. The record is comprised of a seeking and
unfulfilled blues in a guitar- and harmony- based American rock oeuvre that owes as much to
grunge as it does to roots rock. More than the contemplation of nothingness, the songs exude
the frustration and disappointment of finding nothing when greedily searching for so much more.
The album speaks more to what the band didn't find during their time in Santa Cruz than to what
they did, and with simple, understated eloquence, San Lorenzo's Blues transmits the
urgency of their results.
The San Lorenzo runs through the album much like it's flow, making three weak and unrealized
appearances before proving its full but fleeting strength. Both the first and second parts
of "The San Lorenzo Blues" and "The San Lorenzo Continues Its Way" frustratingly whisper the
album's best riff before flooding cathartically on the album's last listed track, the
appropriately titled "San Lorenzo Coda." Between these intermittent appearances, the bitter
"No Love Like That," the brass coda of "We Almost Lost Del Mar" and the quietly powerful
"Unsighted, Unguided," provide wavering signposts of heady determination and tired
disillusionment. The album triumphs in withholding the certainty of its outcome through
the San Lorenzo's last appearance, an energized and defiant effort seemingly signaling the
river's return. And if that isn't meant to symbolize the return of hope, it's at least the
resolve to continue in its pursuit.
-Neil Lieberman