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Paste Magazine.Com had the pleasure of reviewing Lyle Lovett's latest album, "Release Me"
Somewhere between Leonard Cohen and Bob Wills lies the Promised Land inhabited by Lyle Lovett, who balances elegantly broken romanticism with loose-jointed swing that shuffles and jumps like exalted Texas Playboys. Lanky with high rise hair, Lovett has been an anomaly of the singer/songwriter ilk since appearing with a chock-a-block debut album—and Release Me, his final album of an almost 30-year career for Curb, finds him resolutely steadfast in his excellence and eclecticism.
The jazz standard “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is slyly read by Lovett’s lothario to the Rickie Lee Jones-evoking Kat Edmonson, all slushy vowels and wide-eyed Judy Holliday dishy-ness. With piano sauntering along, resolve crumbles, young love tumbles and the crescendo packs the charm of vintage romantic comedy.
That camaraderie extends to the appearance of Nickel Creek’s Sean and Sara Watkins on the ruminative “Night’s Lullaby,” as well as the horn-propelled “Isn’t That So,” featuring Was (Not Was) vocalists Harry Bowen and Sweetpea Atkinson and bluegrass progressive Sam Bush. That’s the beauty and wonder of Lyle Lovett: coexistence isn’t just natural, it’s tasty.
Winding up with a scorching rendition of Townes Van Zandt’s “White Freightliner Blues”—featuring vocal support from road compadres Keith Sewell, Luke Bulla and Ray Herndon, the combustion desolves into “Keep Us Steadfast,” an old Methodist hymn that’s an elegy of all that is happened.
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