Acoustic At The Ryman
The Ryman is a storied music venue – home to great live albums from the likes of Emmylou Harris, home to so many wonderful performances, and the great sense of history attached to the venue must weigh down heavily on any have-beard-must-croon types attempting to justify their country cred by fronting up for a two-night-stand, effects pedals left in the suitcase, but recording gear at the ready there to capture some version of phoned-in authenticity.
Here we have Band of Horses unplugged/ish and live/ish At The Ryman. And, good fucking lord, it’s a snooze fest. First couple of times through it sounded like a new Ryan Adams album, not a particularly great new Ryan Adams album either, but serviceable. But the more time spent listening to this reveals the true weakness of this Band of Poseurs – there are no good songs. Stripped of riffs and with solos removed these just sound like song-lites, like song-snippets, mostly song-exercises; the exercise – presumably – is to write the best (or worst?) Lindsey Buckingham-does-Fleet Foxes song (viz: Everything’s Gonna Be Undone).
Man, there’s just nothing here. Nothing to hear.
It stinks of please love us, please, please! And it sounds like Jared Leto-gone-country-lite/country-like.
A lot of the songs here sound like new material from Richard Marx.