Ride On The Train
Enough! This New York City band went to Nashville to slum it in log cabins to find a sound. And so far the internet is writing it up as being a bit like CCR and The Rolling Stones with this obvious Dylan influence – since the album’s title comes from a portion of a Dylan lyric. Good grief. Is that all it takes these days? That’s back-story?
Actually the music of Hollis Brown is profoundly mediocre, breathtakingly average. They make Lucero sound like Wilco.
They make Joe Bonamassa sound like Eric Clapton. No, wait – no, no, that doesn’t work.
What Hollis Brown sounds like, in fact, is if Chris Robinson didn’t have the fortune to lead The Black Crowes and instead thought he still sounded like The Black Crowes but was actually a member of Ocean Colour Scene.
This style of preppy retro-hopeful music is some of the worst you can ever hear – all pleased-with-itself but going nowhere.
There’s nothing to hear on this record beyond the whitest, shiniest non-blues hoping to be blues. And some sort of beleaguered, belated tribute to Landfill Britpop by cocky, confidant Yanks who clearly don’t know better. Because they’re so sure that what they’re doing is better.