The Black Crowes shot their wad with their debut in 1990. Everything since has paled in comparison. It is amazing to me that Chris Robinson still has a national career. I figured he'd be dead by now or dried up so much that he could only play Wally's. So why did I buy this? Soft part of the new release schedule and it's sixty minutes spread across only seven songs. It was shortly after the purchase that I read it had a Grateful Dead vibe. Too late...never a Deadhead...only own one record (wanna guess which one?). Certainly a Dead sound on the album's 12-minute opener. As I soldiered through the required spins I cited a Doobie Brothers sound here, a Little Feat sound there, Widespread Panic across the board. Here is the only track I'm keeping...
I'm sorry, but his voice just isn't good enough to carry an entire album. A track or two, maybe, like the one above. Once he shuts up, many of the instrumental passages are more than adequate, certainly Bonnaroo worthy...secondary stage, of course.
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