Perfect girls of country
Elizabeth Cook – Aftermath (Thirty Tigers)
After making one of the finest damn albums of the previous decade, her life devolved into the sort of honkytonk tragedy that’s her forte. She divorced her no-good hubby and dealt with a series of deaths in the family — including mama, daddy, kid brother and her former in-laws. She also did a rehab stint after the drugs that took her heroin-addict sister nearly took her, too. 10 years and a lifetime’s worth of trauma later, this return from the brink is as musically moody as it is lyrically unflinching. The world-beating sass that once rivaled ‘Randa is subdued here, but her gift for writing one worthy couplet after another is sharper. She struggles to practice Daddy’s death-bed advice, and Mama’s voice haunts her as she finds refuge in men who offer cheap sex and expensive drugs. Then there’s the sadly shimmering “Perfect Girls of Pop,” which belies the music biz’s penchant for snuffing out young songbirds who sing “like they’ve never been hurt before.” The only one allowed to have any fun is the titular thick Georgia woman with a “basket of peaches underneath her clothes” who is “as rich as the groceries on the stove.” That’s just before the finale about Mary, who watches helplessly as her son Jesus Christ is executed by the state. As much as these songs are about her struggles, she also knows sympathy is for others. GRADE: A
Sunny Sweeney – Recorded Live at the Machine Shop Studio (Aunt Daddy)
Back when mingling in close proximity with strangers and loud music was still allowed, I had a chance to see her play a sold-out gig at a local honkytonk (shoutout to Duke’s!). For 90 minutes and change, she exhibited the blue-collar humor and Texas-sized tenderness that makes her so enjoyable and necessary — running through her own robust songbook and covering Waylon and Cash along the way. COVID having killed the tour revenue that is her lifeblood, she braved a pandemic to record this set in an effort to recoup at least some of the lost cash. Two new numbers include “Poet’s Prayer,” a tribute to fellow road-weary songwriters who eke out a living one mile at a time, and “Tie Me Up,” wherein the stranger she brings home is given the boot the moment he cums. And it’s that cocktail of sincerity and sass that runs from start to finish — even the Don Williams and Stevie Nicks covers fit the mold. She’s squarely in the Nashville tradition, but is more infatuated with a worthy song than the conventions of mainstream country. It’s why she only has one Top 10 single and will likely never repeat that modest success. But doing things her way has paid higher dividends. None higher than “Grow Old with Me,” an affirmation of lifelong love so gentle only a narcissist could remain unmoved. GRADE: A-