DBT #265 Transit Damage - Shinyribs
Ok you all know that while I really love great storytelling in a song, sometimes I enjoy them as instrument highlighting a great groove; kind of like listening to Dr. John, Paul Cebar, or say Marcia Ball. When I saw the Moccasin Creek Festival put out their first look at 2024's lineup, I noted Shinyribs was a headliner who I knew nothing about. Their Bandcamp page describes this album as:
Just who is Shinyribs? It’s a sprawling nine, sometimes 10-piece cast, but ultimately it is the funky brainchild of Kevin Russell, who grew up in Beaumont, TX and Shreveport, LA, the cradle of the swamp pop and bayou R&B sounds that drip off his fingers like honey and hot sauce. Think Gulf Coast meets Muscle Shoals with strong pop-song structures.
Well if that doesn't get us to the festival, it at least got me to buy this July 2023 release. Now I love to see what others have said about an artist that I don't know.
Americana Highways said,
After several listens I’m pulling threads of Leon Russell, Dr. John, Prince & Captain Beefheart (from his “Bluejeans & Moonbeams” era). This is a broad-range showcase. And remarkably — it works
American Songwriter said,
"Capturing the ensemble’s contagious, often humorous, and very visual (check out his flashy suits and the background singer’s coordinated moves) vibe in the studio has been more difficult. "
Boy I know of bands like that, even one of my new favorites Buffalo Rose is kind of like that. They went on to say that this album is much more serious that previous releases.
Instead of the frivolous songs that dotted previous releases such as “Party While You Still Can,” “I Gotta Get Drunk,” and the sing-along “I Don’t Give a Shit,” Russell leans into more substantial fare. Songs centered around appreciating the good things in life (lead single, “All the Best Things”), or about a woman leaving her troubled past …running from that dark cloud / She’s breaking her chains, or, in the title track warning a friend that Instant enlightenment can look like genius—it’s always cheap and plentiful over a somber pedal steel led ballad dominate the album. And on one of two covers, Grant Hart’s tragic and touching “Pink Turns to Blue” about a woman’s death from an overdose, things turn pretty grim despite its catchy chorus. The earnest cover painting also captures a solemn side of Russell.
Wow, makes me want to get some of his early stuff in the collection. One more review (yes there are a lot out there), No Depression publishes a great monthly magazine that my wife surprised me with a subscription, they talk about the producer and seriousness too:
Russell sounds a bit more introspective on this outing, due to the urging of Berlin, who encouraged Russell to include some of his original material he’d been holding back for years because he thought it was too personal. The title cut falls under that category, a soulful invocation to stop regretting what might have been and get on with your life: “So don’t go round feelin’ inferior / thinking you’re less of a man / People’s wisdom is meager / And they’re always eager to tell you they don’t give a damn.”
“Reconsider It” sounds like Allen Toussaint wrote it and Al Green’s trying on Dr. John’s gris-gris cloak to deliver it.
“Simply Belong to You” funks around like the Muscle Shoals Swampers second-lining down by the bayou while Russell tries to decipher how this love business works: “Love is helium, not the balloon,” he muses before deciding that, for better or worse, “In a world opposed to simply belonging / I simply belong to you.”
Now for some music.
1) Simply Belong to You
Love the bass line to open the experience, grab your lady and move. I knew from the start, I would love this album.
The very thing that lifts the wing
And makes the meadow cling to the dew
Gifts to bring, songs to sing
Side by side until death do
In a world so opposed to
Simply belonging
I simply belong to you
Just a move and a groove and a new feeling
Oh, experience teaches the heart and
It preaches from the start of a mind that's
Grown uneasy
Your soul is slow from the things you know
But these people all just think your sleazy
Let your C see the jewel in her crown
If a B don't buzz ya know
It's because there ain't no butter for her bowl
Alphabeta let a letter hang low
Let ya F get together with a K
Let your H hang out with J
Let your Z zig zag some more
But don't your D hit ya G in the door
Alphabeta let a letter get away