and Sammy BoDean
sing like slightly tarnished angels. You haven't heard harmonies this pure and unaffected since the Everly Brothers
, and that's no exaggeration. Sure, their lyrics run to bathetic claptrap like "Say About Love" ("Some say love is just a freaky trip/That's what they say/Say about love"), but for every line like those there's a gem of hokey brilliance like "Idaho" (despite its recycled tag line) or the yearning "Lookin' for Me Somewhere." Kurt
is a nifty guitar player with more taste than originality (which is also true of James Burton
, bear in mind); Sammy
has a sharp tenor voice that covers a spectrum of two or three emotions but wrings each of them dry. Joe Dirt Car
is an album with clear limitations, certainly -- two hours' worth of non-stop catharsis is too much for almost anybody -- but it's still well worth your attention.