Doug is a plainspoken oracle of the highest water, an old-fashioned reporter of the heart; the truth that comes out of his mouth flows like the proverbial mountain creek but hits like the proverbial avalanche. And these are the sorts of proverbs you were forced to forget the moment you were born. You need reminding, we all do; every time you take a punch you need to be reminded of the sun and the moon, and the earth and the sea, and other transient states. Doug reminds us of what we're made to forget. He's been through the dark places, walking, riding, driving. It ain't always about the way out. More often it's just about the way on. He traces out those pathways with just the curl of his lip, and that bow-and-arrow picking, and words of elemental elegance. And a steady gaze - I haven't known Doug all that long but I don't recall ever seeing him look away from anything.
"Songs of poetry, harmony and sweetness and the honeyed, craggy voice of the classic American country singer... Paisley's perspective is that of the Canadian outsider, seeing America anew whilst being fully immersed in its history and myths. Like The Band he re-presents American music history without the trappings of fashion and, like the Young of After The Goldrush uses his outsider status to ruminate on America's fate" --Mojo
"the purest voice to come down the pike in ages." --Time Out NY