You're drinking something, but the lights are low, and you're not sure what it is.
The tiny stage in the corner of the bar gets filled up by some equipment and a rather large band for such a small place. Horns and all.
Well, alright, you've got a few bucks in the jukebox, but maybe they won't suck.
They don't. First, you're bobbing your head. Then you're tapping your foot, and some of the brave ladies are scooting out onto the beer-stained wood for some butt shaking.
There's twangy guitar, honky tonk piano and some select horn refrains. And the best thing about a bar band is the songs are allowed to linger. Great song, you're thinkin', but is it over? No way, man, not without the horn solo.
Pre-disco Rod Stewart, you're thinkin' ... maybe some late-1960s Rolling Stones. The lead singer's a little country, a little rock 'n' roll, maybe even a little wussy alternative Grandaddy, but it's alright with you, 'cause it rocks, too. It still MOVES. And you gotta' have some tunes to get the ladies to get all dreamy-eyed, right?
My Morning Jacket's It Still Moves is just like that. The great bar band experience, with phenomenally appropriate production techniques—electric grimace, chattering and cymbal-crashing drums and lots of echo on the vocals—that's what they've got here.
This is about as live as rock gets without being live.
My Morning Jacket's It Still Moves is recommended for fans of Ryan Adams, the Rolling Stones and the Stereophonics ... and all fans of getting sweaty in bars listening to bar bands that really mean what they're singin' and playin'.
My Morning Jacket It Still Moves
