I’ve loved this band for years, despite their faults and shortcomings. And yes, they have them. The tunes can be repetitive. Frontman Jay Farrar’s songwriting style sometimes seems like that of an overenthusiastic short-order cook, stuffing a bit too much into every line. And their personal struggles are legend. But for what they are, there’s nothing as good as Son Volt. It’s pure, unadulterated Americana. There is no better soundtrack for a road trip in the dark through haunted country between the black rattling hulks of eighteen-wheelers on a two-lane highway, when you’ve been driving alone for too long and the gold lights from the trucks and the road begin to smear in your eyes. Son Volt kept me focused.
Wanna go? Tell me about the most epic road trip you ever took (or plan to take). We’ll pick a few lucky winners. Show info is here.