(As published in the Times of Acadiana ... )
Chip Taylor
The London Sessions Bootleg
(Trainwreck)
Too long (twenty-seven songs, including hidden tracks, on two CDs), too self-pitying (one too many songs about being an obscure middle-aged singer-songwriter), and too uneven ("Here Come the Animals" is a dog, "Back in '98" and "Bigot's Graveyard" deserve burial), this collection nevertheless captures the modest charms of a predominantly unplugged and frequently unhinged Willie Nelson sound-alike who wrote a little something called "Wild Thing" for the Troggs thirty-four years ago, a little something called "Holy Sh*t" for himself thirty-three years later, and who knows Lucinda Williams well enough to duet with her in both London (disc one) and New York (disc two). Rating: One-and-a-fourth red eyes glazing in the rain out of two.
Chip Taylor
The London Sessions Bootleg
(Trainwreck)
Too long (twenty-seven songs, including hidden tracks, on two CDs), too self-pitying (one too many songs about being an obscure middle-aged singer-songwriter), and too uneven ("Here Come the Animals" is a dog, "Back in '98" and "Bigot's Graveyard" deserve burial), this collection nevertheless captures the modest charms of a predominantly unplugged and frequently unhinged Willie Nelson sound-alike who wrote a little something called "Wild Thing" for the Troggs thirty-four years ago, a little something called "Holy Sh*t" for himself thirty-three years later, and who knows Lucinda Williams well enough to duet with her in both London (disc one) and New York (disc two). Rating: One-and-a-fourth red eyes glazing in the rain out of two.
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