
A Derby Spiritual
A revisit to Drunkās 1996 debut A Derby Spiritual will reveal to the listener a record more charming, gentle and ā dare I say ā colourful than its stoic, 90s slow-core reputation might insist. And one might even note that Rick Alversonās voice has a defeated Tom Petty lilt heretofore unchecked. The Richmond band sound careful, creaky and lean to be sure. But the decades have allowed this old sad bastard a warming amber glow. The black hole radio play at the end of the stunning opener āCollarboneā seems to predict the coming of āYankee Hotel Foxtrot.ā And here in the curious present, strummers like āGermany Skies," āGideonās Trumpetā and āGizmo" could be slotted in right alongside the indie-country boom of today. The odd waltz of accordion and violin on cuts like āIndeliberate Matrimonyā and āComing Homeā sound ā dare I say again ā like āThe Lonesome Jubileeā-era Mellencamp at the bottom of a barrel of hooch. Alversonās lyricism drifts betwixt the hopeful nihilism of fellow VA-songwriter/poet of the era David Berman and the profound post-beat minimalism of Robert Creeley. I swear, when he sighs āI feel willy-nill/I pissed upon your window sillā on the high-n-lonesome harmonica-forward āWindow Sillā it sounds damn-near romantic in the Lendermanian sense of the word. Yes, itās reassessment time, friends. And what an auspicious time to reassess! As part of Jagjaguwarās 30th anniversary, we are pressing A Derby Spiritual,Ā Jagās second-ever release, on vinyl for the first time. A three-decade wrong at long last made right. In fact, weāre putting a handful of those early Charlottesville era of Jagjaguwar releases on wax as part of the labelās 30th anniversary celebration. Stay tuned for more on the matter. Jagjaguwar is for lovers.
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A Derby Spiritual
A revisit to Drunkās 1996 debut A Derby Spiritual will reveal to the listener a record more charming, gentle and ā dare I say ā colourful than its stoic, 90s slow-core reputation might insist. And one might even note that Rick Alversonās voice has a defeated Tom Petty lilt heretofore unchecked. The Richmond band sound careful, creaky and lean to be sure. But the decades have allowed this old sad bastard a warming amber glow. The black hole radio play at the end of the stunning opener āCollarboneā seems to predict the coming of āYankee Hotel Foxtrot.ā And here in the curious present, strummers like āGermany Skies," āGideonās Trumpetā and āGizmo" could be slotted in right alongside the indie-country boom of today. The odd waltz of accordion and violin on cuts like āIndeliberate Matrimonyā and āComing Homeā sound ā dare I say again ā like āThe Lonesome Jubileeā-era Mellencamp at the bottom of a barrel of hooch. Alversonās lyricism drifts betwixt the hopeful nihilism of fellow VA-songwriter/poet of the era David Berman and the profound post-beat minimalism of Robert Creeley. I swear, when he sighs āI feel willy-nill/I pissed upon your window sillā on the high-n-lonesome harmonica-forward āWindow Sillā it sounds damn-near romantic in the Lendermanian sense of the word. Yes, itās reassessment time, friends. And what an auspicious time to reassess! As part of Jagjaguwarās 30th anniversary, we are pressing A Derby Spiritual,Ā Jagās second-ever release, on vinyl for the first time. A three-decade wrong at long last made right. In fact, weāre putting a handful of those early Charlottesville era of Jagjaguwar releases on wax as part of the labelās 30th anniversary celebration. Stay tuned for more on the matter. Jagjaguwar is for lovers.
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A revisit to Drunkās 1996 debut A Derby Spiritual will reveal to the listener a record more charming, gentle and ā dare I say ā colourful than its stoic, 90s slow-core reputation might insist. And one might even note that Rick Alversonās voice has a defeated Tom Petty lilt heretofore unchecked. The Richmond band sound careful, creaky and lean to be sure. But the decades have allowed this old sad bastard a warming amber glow. The black hole radio play at the end of the stunning opener āCollarboneā seems to predict the coming of āYankee Hotel Foxtrot.ā And here in the curious present, strummers like āGermany Skies," āGideonās Trumpetā and āGizmo" could be slotted in right alongside the indie-country boom of today. The odd waltz of accordion and violin on cuts like āIndeliberate Matrimonyā and āComing Homeā sound ā dare I say again ā like āThe Lonesome Jubileeā-era Mellencamp at the bottom of a barrel of hooch. Alversonās lyricism drifts betwixt the hopeful nihilism of fellow VA-songwriter/poet of the era David Berman and the profound post-beat minimalism of Robert Creeley. I swear, when he sighs āI feel willy-nill/I pissed upon your window sillā on the high-n-lonesome harmonica-forward āWindow Sillā it sounds damn-near romantic in the Lendermanian sense of the word. Yes, itās reassessment time, friends. And what an auspicious time to reassess! As part of Jagjaguwarās 30th anniversary, we are pressing A Derby Spiritual,Ā Jagās second-ever release, on vinyl for the first time. A three-decade wrong at long last made right. In fact, weāre putting a handful of those early Charlottesville era of Jagjaguwar releases on wax as part of the labelās 30th anniversary celebration. Stay tuned for more on the matter. Jagjaguwar is for lovers.











