With the religion in, an Edwards record is the audio equivalent of reading Flannery O’Connor or William Faulkner.
Beneath the unaccustomed level of noise, Jurado remains as incisive a writer as ever, and has never sounded better vocally.
Thomas is the kind of performer that could sing gibberish and make it sound good.
A concept album that reveals the lives of the supposedly righteous for the moral travesties they really are.
A little slice of Americana right there in your stereo, albeit one that’s dimly lit and sorrowful.
This movie won’t even meet the standard of a “so bad it’s good” movie.
This attempt to outdo Hollywood blockbusters ends up looking an awful lot like a Hollywood blockbuster.
It’s an intense experience, and not one you’ll soon forget.