D. Russell –Alabama Moon
Review by Emily
Ahh. The sweet sounds of country. Bless Maxwell
D Russell. His singing is sometimes a bit thin but
regardless, this album is a gentle, well played record, perfectly
suited to drinking beer on your imaginary porch. Baby
being a cringe-worthy love song, has truly tender slide on it that
attempt to assault your ears.
Russell evades the stigma of ‘"must slide, must slide
loud"’in favour of calm ramblings. Can't Drink the
Water is a bit of a jumping hoedown, which provides sweet respite
before the seedy blues of The Old Man Was Right. Take back
what I said about the vocals on this one, he's whining like a good
boy, and curling his voice up to shrill notes with ease.
Alabama Moon is quite a naked record.
The sounds is modest, and pictures of Russell teetering on his
chair playing his steel guitar are the perfect companion to your
basic but genuine laments of deep south blues. In The
Doghouse Now is not,
as you might expect a carbon copy of In The Jailhouse Now,
but altogether pleasantly rhythmic and slippery song.
Russell's album is an accomplishment; I think he's
quite an honest man, with a good sense of how he plays - he doesn't
ever howl above his mark I mean. Try it –you might like it.
Just get ready to book your ticket to Alabama.
Get your copy direct from Max on myspace: http://www.myspace.com/maddmax333
Check Eric 'Our man in Alabama' Gerhardt's interview
with Max here