Monday, 2 December 2013
EVENSONG. EMMYLOU HARRIS, SLUMMING IT.
Emmylou and her big Gibson, she could harmonise the sounds of the slaughterhouse. Don't know about him, though; even if he's not unique you have to admire him as a stylist, but he's hard to like; it's just that, in interviews, he does - if such a thing is possible - a low-key, downbeat bombast, an insistent, softly-spoken I-Know-Bestism. Just becaue he's sold a hundred and fifty million records and filled amphitheatres of adulation all over the world.
This, I think, is the best of their rather pointless 2006 collaboration- Emmylou doesn't need to play with an ageing pub rocker, a bald ego from the days of the Compact Disc jamboree. She brings the odd interesting dish to the table, he just eats everything up