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Urbanised, but true to the roots - the ultimate Asphalt Cowboy.
Tuesday, 15.05.2012, 20:20
oh what a night...
Israel Nash Gripka (USA)
From drinking to preaching, from the church to jail, from the gutter to high heaven. All told with a strong voice, full of feeling and all powerful, even narcotic. Pure Gripka.
Underlining life's dualities and idiosyncrasies, New York's Israel Nash Gripka's
new "Barn Doors and Concrete Floors" is a sensational album, even outdoing
his superlative first, no easy feat. It was recorded north of the city in the rolling
Catskill mountains in a converted barn, now serving as a studio. A true
barnstorming effort it turned out to be, created together in communal bliss,
stress free, with eating and drinking together on the big table, even warming
body and soul around the flickering fire in the hearth. Sniff, sniff you city rats
might be sniveling but, whoa, and no Rip van Winkle he is, Israel had Sonic
Youth drummer Steve Shelly producing, who also worked the battery on most
tracks. The result is a grand piece of true blue Americana songwriting at it's
very best. Melancholic ballads, torching rock extravaganzas; fiddled, steel
pedaled, accordeonised, what have you. Orgiastic guitar elegies, really Neil
forever Young forever. And Springsteen, Mellencamp, Fogerty, Seger, Ryan
Adams. But above all: Pure Gripka. Urbanised, but true to the roots - the ultimate Asphalt Cowboy. From drinking to preaching, from the church to jail, from the gutter to high heaven. All told with a strong voice, full of feeling and all powerful, even narcotic. A book of songs where one is topped only by the next. Like a present from above, Israel's the proverbial man who fell to earth from the
heavens. It's no small miracle our island's right where he landed.
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