We music writers typically agree that using a math equation as an analogy for a record is, well, its pretty damn lazy. That said, it also happens to occasionally be an awfully succinct and effective device. For instance, what would you get if you took Music Citys traditional sound and work ethic, added a bit of legacy and a handful of talented sidemen, and subtracted Music Row? In this case, youd have Chelsea Crowells eponymous debut. (See? That wasnt so painful, lazy as it may have been.) Crowells fiercely personal collection of folk and country ballads is emotive and accessible. While the young songwriters vocals arent perfect, her wounded, lovelorn lyrics are served well by her imprecise delivery, and the foundation of each song is built on the confoundingly brilliant playing of folk and rock musicians like William Tyler (Lambchop, Silver Jews) and co-producer Loney John Hutchins (Bobby Bare Jr., The Mattoid). Theres even a cameo from Crowells old man, Rodney, in the mix. You might have heard of him.
Tue., Dec. 8, 6 p.m., 2009