So here’s a friendly tip for all of you new music critics
out there: if you’re going to start doing a review series like I do and want to
make a year-end list of the best albums of the year – as of course you’ll want
to do – it’s a very good idea to keep an eye on the genre charts and fellow
critics to track albums that you may have missed early in the year. Because
trust me on this, you do not want to discover midway through the next year that
you might have missed a record that could have had a chance to make that
year-end list.
Now granted, it’s damn near impossible to hear every record
that gets some manner of acclaim – especially because even aggregators like
Metacritic aren’t perfect, especially when you have albums that are removed
from the mainstream. And nowhere is this truer than in country music,
especially from the independent circuit. And thus, when I put out my year-end
list of my top albums of 2013, I got questions why High Top Mountain, the critically acclaimed debut album from
Sturgill Simpson, did not make my list. Well, the truth of the matter was that
I hadn’t had the chance to listen through it when I made my list, a mistake
that I knew had to be rectified as soon as possible.
So now that I’ve heard High
Top Mountain, would it have made my year-end list? Well, it would have been
damn close, that’s for sure. The album is great across the board, with great
raw texture in instrumentation and Simpson’s thick accent, and the songwriting
brings the same rich flavor to the table. Most intriguing to me was that
through the hazy guitar tones, the album was rooted the psychedelic country
tradition, an outgrowth of the hippie-movement throughout the late 60s and 70s.
A distinct oddity in an typically conservative genre, Simpson’s
socially-conscious lyrics about weed, crime, and unemployment rang all too true
in crossing outlaw energy with psychedelic texture, creating a unique album
that easily deserved the acclaim it got.
And thus, it wasn’t surprising that country music critics –
myself included – were extremely interested in Sturgill Simpson’s follow-up
record, Metamodern Sounds in Country
Music, a record that promised to be even weirder and more experimental than
his last record, something that only enthused me even more. And determined not
to miss him twice, I took a look at the album: how did it go?