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5.0 out of 5 stars
Ain't no sunshine, August 6, 2002
In the wake of rumors of their imminent demise, the members of Sixteen Horsepower have produced what is perhaps their most compelling work to date. But don't buy this disc expecting to hear a progressive new sound from these gothabilly songsters. Rather join them for an often-harrowing trip across Appalachia and Europe visiting backwoods cabins and barren countrysides searching out their musical and cultural roots.David Eugene Edwards, Pascal Humbert and Jean Yves Tola have crafted a complex and powerful homage of sorts to their progenitors. We witness how such musical influences as Hank Williams, The Carter Family and a fistfull of traditional folksongs have taken root in their fertile psyches and then blossomed into these ten songs, both beautiful and distressing to behold. Taking a step back from the highly polished sound of their last group effort, "Secret South," "Folklore" is in a way their least accessible work to date, but inaccessibility has never frightened their truest fans. The songs with few exceptions master the brooding drone that has marked this band a unique and precious find among so many unremarkable efforts. These songs are dark, among their darkest. A friend of mine once described 16hp's work (disparagingly I fear) as "music to contemplate a coffin by." At points during "Folklore" he might have not been too far off the mark. "Horse Head Fiddle" is so mist-shrouded and ethereal that one can hear the spirits of Tom Waits, Ry Cooder and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan hovering in the carefully layered rhythms and drones. But we are here to witness influences and to welcome old friends. This highly textured musicscape is at once triumphant and windswept. Far from the charming bluegrass-cum-rockabilly numbers of their past, the overall effect on "Folklore" is unsettling and unfamiliar. As in the past I found myself straining to distinguish the curious sound of a particular instrument, saying "What is that?" The sparse instrumentation, yet full of surprises and delights, lends a mood of general creepiness. The opening lament, "Hutterite Mile," prepares us for a lonely journey through dark nights of introspection, struggle and regret. The driven "Sinnerman" is one of the clearest connections with their own history-an apocalyptic, darkly spiritual invocation. Yet, the most memorable moments come in "Outlaw Song." David gives what might be his most remarkable vocal performance to date. He even seems to whinny at a crucial moment of this narrative piece, a traditional Hungarian folksong about a mystical horse and his death-defying rider. Again the instrumentation, while stark, is gripping and deeply affective. I have a more complete review on my homepage. Just follow the links.
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