The Rider:
My Way
Album Review
by George Peden -Australia
In breaking a new act to the media, the usual
introductory point is the push and pull of hype-carted promises
of unbelievable talent. Tomorrow’s next big thing normally arrives trumpeted with an
expansive and expensive website. Then there are the publicity shots.
Often there’s a styled hat. There’s often a shiny buckle
and a canyon of gleaming teeth, all aided with breathless praise pushing
the album "you must hear." Crammed, if we believe the spin,
with unforgettable tunes – several soon to be huge – all
written by noted songwriters; the ballyhoo is a predictable treadmill.
So, when a review package arrives without any of the hoopla, well,
if nothing else, it sparks interest. And when the artist’s name
is, wait for it, The Rider, the curiosity really kicks
in.
Sparse the details may be, but our mystery
man does deliver. Released on V-Tone Music, the 12 track self-written
album, My Way, could serve as a metaphor. The album could easily
serve bigger ambitions for the man who looks out from his album
cover, bearded, unsmiling and dressed in a cape-like coat, while
walking an unnamed highway. It’s
all a mystery, sure, but the music more than satisfies
the intrigue.
What we do know is our talented and retiring
songster comes from Jackson Hole, Wyoming. He started writing songs
at 14, honing his interest in folk, rock and country, eventually
to, years on, doorstop in Nashville to record this debut. Now with
a tight band of seasoned session musos, including Tim McGraw’s
Dancehall Doctors, Bob Miner and Denny Hemingson, The Rider has
packaged an album of interest.
Of immediate notice is he not only pens well-rounded
and hook-driven tunes of life, love and the fragile balance, but
he has a voice that could carry them, easily, to radio. With a voice
textured with a Bob Seger similarity, our identity-shy artist is
a blend of vocal strength and lyrical sensitivity. Tracks like the
rock-driven and drum pounded "Betty
Lou," the equally danceable, "Stop Hear The Sound," and
harmony rich "Baby You’ll Love It" cover one half
of the mix.
Sensitive moments come shared on the thought-provoking
lovin’ and
leavin’ tale "By Your Side," while the revealing "Do
You Remember" prods stored memories. The cowboy tale of lonely
rides and active thoughts of home and family play out on "Hello
Brown Eyes," and, the final cut, "Doing Fine Ya’ll," is
a nod to the simplicity of life, all tunes that unmask abilities that
shouldn’t be hidden.
The Rider. He comes without fanfare, without
hype, and without the thundering hooves of a media contingent content
to ram the product home. The Rider, revealing little but sharing
everything. For a guy who wants to stay low-key, content to make
his music his way, here’s
an offered suggestion. This album won’t help.
Check it out at your local store. The mystery will surprise. |